Ghosts, myths and legends of Middle-earth

[Groin Redbeard]

Since Halloween is coming up soon, and since nobody has made a thread like this so far, I thought that it would be neat to refresh our memories of everything scary that Tolkien imagined.

It can be a true story that Tolkien has mentioned in his books, or just something that really creeped you out. For example, the story about "Mad Baggins." From Feanor's Oath to the things that crawl under the earth, everything scary is welcome! What scares you in Middle-earth?

[Tuor in Gondolin]

For scary, how about that dirty old Vala Morgoth.

Then Morgtoth looking upon her (Luthien's)
beauty conceived in his thought an evil lust, and a design
more dark than any that had yet come into his thought
sine he fled from Valinor.

[Lalwendë]

You should have a look for one of my 'horror' or Gothic threads, I've started a couple - I love all that stuff and Tolkien is great at it! I've found loads of scary things!

The top all-time scary thing has got to be the Witch-king's line to Eowyn:

He will bear thee away to the houses of lamentation, beyond all darkness, where thy flesh shall be devoured, and thy shrivelled mind be left naked to the Lidless Eye

That's just.......horrible!

And this is the second most frightening thing in all of Tolkien:

The Men of Darkness built temples, some of great size, usually surrounded by dark trees, often in caverns (natural or delved) in secret valleys of mountain-regions; such as the dreadful halls and passages under the Haunted Mountain beyond the Dark Door (Gate of the Dead) in Dunharrow. The special horror of the closed door before which the skeleton of Baldor was found was probably due to the fact that the door was the entrance to an evil temple hall to which Baldor had come, probably without opposition up to that point. But the door was shut in his face, and enemies that had followed him silently came up and broke his legs and left him to die in the darkness, unable to find any way out.

Vile!

[Ibrîniðilpathânezel]

When it comes to horrific, I always think of a passage in "The Siege of Gondor," beginning with the catapult barrage of Minas Tirith:

Then among the greater casts there fell another hail, less ruinous but more horrible. All about the streets and lanes behind the Gate it tumbled down, small round shot that did not burn. But when men ran to learn what it might be, they cried aloud or wept. For the enemy was flinging into the City all the heads of those who had fallen fighting at Osgiliath, or on the Rammas, or in the fields. They were grim to look on; for though some were crushed and shapeless, and some had been cruelly hewn, yet many had features that could be told, and it seemed that they had died in pain, and all were branded with the foul token of the Lidless Eye. But marred and dishonoured as they were, it often chanced that a man would see again the face of someone that he had known, who had walked proudly once in arms, or tilled the fields, or ridden in upon a holiday from the green vales in the hills.

In vain men shook their fists at the pitiless foes that swarmed before the Gate. Curses they heeded not, nor understood the tongues of western men, crying with harsh voices like beasts and carrion-birds. But soon there were few left in Minas Tirith who had the heart to stand up and defy the hosts of Mordor. For yet another weapon, swifter than hunger, the Lord of the Dark Tower had: dread and despair.

The Nazgul came again, and as their Dark Lord now grew and put forth his strength, so their voices, which uttered only his will and his malice, were filled with evil and horror. Ever they circled above the City, like vultures that expect their fill of doomed men's flesh. Out of sight and shot they flew, and yet were ever present, and their deadly voices rent the air. More unbearable they became, not less, at each new cry. At length even the stout-hearted would fling themselves to the ground as the hidden menace passed over them, or they would stand, letting their weapons fall nerveless from hands while into their minds a blackness came, and they thought no more of war; but only of hiding and of crawling, and of death.

Eeeeewwwwhhhhh....

[Bêthberry]

Bombadil. Tom Bombadil.

[Estelyn Telcontar]

There are several poems in "The Adventures of Tom Bombadil" that have scary elements: a troll of whom people are afraid; an island upon which people land, only to find that it is a tortoise' back; the tale of a shadow-bride. However, the creepiest one is "The Mewlips", which I quote here (not quite in its entirety, but extensive passages to show the effect):

The shadows where the Mewlips dwell
Are dark and wet as ink,
And slow and softly rings their bell,
As in the slime you sink.

You sink into the slime, who dare
To knock upon their door,
While down the grinning gargoyles stare
And noisome waters pour.
...

Over the Merlock Mountains a long and weary way,
In a mouldy valley where the trees are grey,
By a dark pool's border without wind or tide,
Moonless and sunless, the Mewlips hide.
...

They peep out slyly; through a crack
Their feeling fingers creep,
And when they've finished, in a sack
Your bones they take to keep.

Beyond the Merlock Mountains, a long and lonely road,
Through the spider-shadows and the marsh of Tode,
And through the wood of hanging trees and the gallows-weed,
You go to find the Mewlips - and the Mewlips feed.

I suppose we could speculate on the kind of creature Mewlips could be, but I don't need to know. True horror depends much more upon imagination than on actually seeing something, and the last line creeps me out without any further information!

[Lalwendë]

Originally Posted by Bêthberry

Bombadil. Tom Bombadil.

But Bombadil is cool, he's quite cute and sort of cuddly. I agree his singing is horrific, enough to make the ears bleed, though that's not a lot different to most of the popstars around these days, is it?

He'd probably go down a storm on the X-Factor.