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>>215265438
Thinly veiled homoeroticism towards Frodo. The constant "fuck me eyes" really sold their dynamic.

Tolkien actually occasionally associated with the peasant class

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The realism of experience. All good writing comes from one of two places - a daring synthesis of genres and real world lived experience. Tolkien knew people just like Sam and had met them in the trenches. He was the honest, dependable working class 'batman' who served as a kind of soldier-servant to an officer.

One of the reasons why modern writing falls so flat is because most modern writers are idiot nepobabies with no real experience of the world or characters. They live plastic existences in their little West Coast cocoons. That's why everyone, no matter what the genre, ends up sounding like an irritating quipping 30-something millennial.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batman_(military)

>>215265438
Working class everyman hero who achieved greatness and became a legend

>His thought turned to the Ring, but there was no comfort there, only dread and danger. No sooner had he come in sight of Mount Doom, burning far away, than he was aware of a change in his burden. As it drew near the great furnaces where, in the deeps of time, it had been shaped and forged, the Ring's power grew, and it became more fell, untameable except by some mighty will.
>As Sam stood there, even though the Ring was not on him but hanging by its chain about his neck, he felt himself enlarged, as if he were robed in a huge distorted shadow of himself, a vast and ominous threat halted upon the walls of Mordor. He felt that he had from now on only two choices: to forbear the Ring, though it would torment him; or to claim it, and challenge the Power that sat in its dark hold beyond the valley of shadows. Already the Ring tempted him, gnawing at his will and reason. Wild fantasies arose in his mind; and he saw Samwise the Strong, Hero of the Age, striding with a flaming sword across the darkened land, and armies flocking to his call as he marched to the overthrow of Barad-dur.
>And then all the clouds rolled away, and the white sun shone, and at his command the vale of Gorgoroth became a garden of flowers and trees and brought forth fruit. He had only to put on the Ring and claim it for his own, and all this could be. In that hour of trial it was his love of his master that helped most to hold him firm; but also deep down in him lived still unconquered his plain hobbit-sense: he knew in the core of his heart that he was not large enough to bear such a burden, even if such visions were not a mere cheat to betray him. The one small garden of a free gardener was all his need and due, not a garden swollen to a realm; his own hands to use, not the hands of others to command. 'And anyway all these notions are only a trick, he said to himself.

>>215265457
Faggots deserve to die for actually believing shit like this.

>>215265438
He’s literally based on the Indian batmen (soldiers assigned as personal servants) Tolkien had in WWI. Officers in the trenches had colonial servants who carried their kit, cooked for them, kept them alive. Tolkien straight up admitted that Sam was a tribute to those guys. Even the name "Gamgee" has that vaguely Indian vibe. Frodo is the posh officer, Sam is the loyal batman who actually gets him through the war.
Note that every time Sam's skin is mentioned in the books, it is described as "brown".

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>>215265798
>>215265798
They weren't Indian though. And every military had them.

>>215265780
Sam gazes at Frodo in Ithilien, noting his beauty, and thinks to himself, “I love him.” They hold each other on the long trek to Mordor — Tolkien said in a letter that he “was [probably] most moved [...] by the scene when Frodo goes to sleep on [Sam’s] breast.” On a different night, Sam “comfort[s] Frodo with his arms and body.” And they are pretty much constantly holding hands: in the Dead Marshes, through Shelob’s lair, and while they sleep in Mordor. They kiss at least four times; another time, it’s specified that they don’t kiss, which has interesting implications.
Last, but not least - Bilbo and Frodo’s home of Bag End is described by other hobbits as “a queer place, and its folk are queerer” — an adjective which had a strong connotation of homosexuality by the late 1800s. Tolkien notes in the introduction to The Lord of the Rings that “Bilbo and Frodo Baggins were as bachelors very exceptional” compared to other residents of the Shire — and Bilbo, who adopted his nephew and had “whole rooms devoted to clothes,” certainly reads as queer.

>>215265850
That picture is exactly not what he is talking about though.

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>Frodo was lying face upward on the ground and the monster was bending over him, so intent upon her victim that she took no heed of Sam and his cries, until he was close at hand.

>As he rushed up he saw that Frodo was already bound in cords, wound about him from ankle to shoulder, and the monster with her great forelegs was beginning half to lift, half to drag his body away. On the near side of him lay, gleaming on the ground, his elven-blade, where it had fallen useless from his grasp.

>Sam did not wait to wonder what was to be done, or whether he was brave, or loyal, or filled with rage. He sprang forward with a yell, and seized his master’s sword in his left hand. Then he charged.

>No onslaught more fierce was ever seen in the savage world of beasts, where some desperate small creature armed with little teeth, alone, will spring upon a tower of horn and hide that stands above its fallen mate.

>Disturbed as if out of some gloating dream by his small yell she turned slowly the dreadful malice of her glance upon
him.

>But almost before she was aware that a fury was upon her greater than any she had known in countless years, the shining sword bit upon her foot and shore away the claw. Sam sprang in, inside the arches of her legs, and with a quick upthrust of his other hand stabbed at the clustered eyes upon her lowered head. One great eye went dark.

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>>215265941

>Now the miserable creature was right under her, for
the moment out of the reach of her sting and of her claws.

>Her vast belly was above him with its putrid light, and the
stench of it almost smote him down. Still his fury held
for one more blow, and before she could sink upon him,
smothering him and all his little impudence of courage, he slashed the bright elven-blade across her with desperate
strength.

>But Shelob was not as dragons are, no softer spot had she
save only her eyes. Knobbed and pitted with corruption was
her age-old hide, but ever thickened from within with layer
on layer of evil growth. The blade scored it with a dreadful
gash, but those hideous folds could not be pierced by any
strength of men, not though Elf or Dwarf should forge the
steel or the hand of Beren or of Tu´rin wield it. She yielded
to the stroke, and then heaved up the great bag of her belly
high above Sam’s head. Poison frothed and bubbled from
the wound. Now splaying her legs she drove her huge bulk
down on him again. Too soon. For Sam still stood upon his
feet, and dropping his own sword, with both hands he held
the elven-blade point upwards, fending off that ghastly roof;
and so Shelob, with the driving force of her own cruel will,
with strength greater than any warrior’s hand, thrust herself
upon a bitter spike.

>Deep, deep it pricked, as Sam was
crushed slowly to the ground.
No such anguish had Shelob ever known, or dreamed of
knowing, in all her long world of wickedness. Not the dought-
iest soldier of old Gondor, nor the most savage Orc en-
trapped, had ever thus endured her, or set blade to her
beloved flesh. A shudder went through her. Heaving up
again, wrenching away from the pain, she bent her writhing
limbs beneath her and sprang backwards in a convulsive leap.

>>215265438
Loyalty and pure heart

>>215266075
Actually it's cuz gaycoded sorry not sorry

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>>215266038
Sam had fallen to his knees by Frodo’s head, his senses
reeling in the foul stench, his two hands still gripping the hilt
of the sword. Through the mist before his eyes he was aware
dimly of Frodo’s face, and stubbornly he fought to master
himself and to drag himself out of the swoon that was upon
him. Slowly he raised his head and saw her, only a few paces
away, eyeing him, her beak drabbling a spittle of venom, and
a green ooze trickling from below her wounded eye. There
she crouched, her shuddering belly splayed upon the ground,
the great bows of her legs quivering, as she gathered herself
for another spring – this time to crush and sting to death: no little bite of poison to still the struggling of her meat; this
time to slay and then to rend.
Even as Sam himself crouched, looking at her, seeing his
death in her eyes, a thought came to him, as if some remote
voice had spoken, and he fumbled in his breast with his left
hand, and found what he sought: cold and hard and solid it
seemed to his touch in a phantom world of horror, the Phial
of Galadriel.
‘Galadriel!’ he said faintly, and then he heard voices far off
but clear: the crying of the Elves as they walked under the
stars in the beloved shadows of the Shire, and the music of
the Elves as it came through his sleep in the Hall of Fire in
the house of Elrond.
Gilthoniel A Elbereth!
And then his tongue was loosed and his voice cried in a
language which he did not know:
A Elbereth Gilthoniel
o menel palan-diriel,
le nallon sı´ di’nguruthos!
A tiro nin, Fanuilos!
And with that he staggered to his feet and was Samwise the
hobbit, Hamfast’s son, again.
‘Now come, you filth!’ he cried. ‘You’ve hurt my master,
you brute, and you’ll pay for it. We’re going on; but we’ll
settle with you first. Come on, and taste it again!’
As if his indomitable spirit had set its potency in motion,
the glass blazed suddenly like a white torch in his hand.

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>>215266038
I hate when this happens. I bet you're feeling embarrassed right now but its ok.

>>215265457
Commit suicide.

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>>215266120
It
flamed like a star that leaping from the firmament sears the
dark air with intolerable light. No such terror out of heaven
had ever burned in Shelob’s face before. The beams of it
entered into her wounded head and scored it with unbear-
able pain, and the dreadful infection of light spread from eye
to eye. She fell back beating the air with her forelegs, her sight blasted by inner lightnings, her mind in agony. Then
turning her maimed head away, she rolled aside and began
to crawl, claw by claw, towards the opening in the dark cliff
behind.
Sam came on. He was reeling like a drunken man, but he
came on. And Shelob cowed at last, shrunken in defeat, jerked
and quivered as she tried to hasten from him. She reached
the hole, and squeezing down, leaving a trail of green-yellow
slime, she slipped in, even as Sam hewed a last stroke at her
dragging legs. Then he fell to the ground.
Shelob was gone; and whether she lay long in her lair,
nursing her malice and her misery, and in slow years of
darkness healed herself from within, rebuilding her clustered
eyes, until with hunger like death she spun once more her
dreadful snares in the glens of the Mountains of Shadow, this
tale does not tell.

he was afraid but never gave up or lost his head and did what had to be done and he had no super powers or prophecies or super weapons.

lol @ pathetic poop dicking homosexual in this thread trying desperately to paint sam and frodo's relationship as faggotry instead of true brotherhood.

its always kind of depressing how faggots always end up self-reporting how they don't have a soul and have never had a true friend/bro in their life and can only see any relationship through some warped dysfunctional sexual lens. sad

>>215266350
The soul isn't real but 72 genders are

>>215265798
Oh my God Tolkien was basically a sysadmin during the war and was at the front lines for like two months before getting an infection or something, the war was hardly a footnote in his life yet Tolkienfags keep pretending he was some trench soldier who witnessed the carnage firsthand.
Fuck off.

>>215266735
>the war was hardly a footnote in his life
the first great war and the following world war 2 weren't a footnote in the lives of anyone who lived through them. those events shaped the lives of almost everyone living through them.

>>215265534
>batman does use guns
Checkmate, atheists

look how hairy their nasty feet are. this is who the elves left to inherit middle earth? screw those fucking pansies.

>>215265764
high wis, high will save