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J.R.R. Tolkien— The Teller of Tales


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									 J.R.R. Tolkien—
The Teller of Tales
   A Narrative Journey
        Once a Footpad, Always a Footpad

•   Eve’s “butterfly tree” analogy
•   David’s easy manner and Charlie’s elvish
•   Jennifer’s and Riley’s technology
•   Kevin’s organization and Tony’s food
•   Wendy’s and Christine’s practical lessons
•   Jeannean’s scope and sequence
•   Kim’s and Traci’s ambition
•   Fawn’s stamina and Karen’s energy
•   Tracey’s sense of humor
     Writing is a Journey

Which way should we go?
“Choose Well”
        Life is a Story

Which way should we write?

  There and Back Again?
 Been There, Done That…
       Me, a Mental Hobbit!


Choose Your OWN Adventure!
“The day has come at last,” Aragorn says to
  you at Amon Hen: “the day of choice which
  we have long delayed. What shall now
  become of our Company that has travelled
  so far in fellowship? Shall we turn west
  with Boromir and go to the wars of Gondor;
  or turn east to the Fear and Shadow; or shall
  we break our fellowship…?”
  If you turn west… If you can’t choose…
“I know that haste is needed, yet I cannot
  choose. The burden is heavy…let me be
Presently you get up and walk away…you
  walk toward the trees at the foot of Amon
  Hen. A strange feeling comes to you that
  something is behind you.

If you turn around…              If you run…
All that you see, to your surprise, is Boromir,
   and his face is smiling and kind. “I was
   afraid for you, Frodo,” he says, coming
   forward. “Are you sure that you do not suffer
   needlessly?” he said. “I wish to help
   you…The Ring…Could I not have a sight of
   it again?” You step quickly away, and eye
   with alarm the tall Man. “Lend me the Ring!
   Give it to me!”
If you put on the Ring… If you give it to him…
“Miserable trickster!” Boromir shouted. “Let me
   get my hands on you!”
At first you can see little. You seem to be in a
   world of mist in which there are only shadows:
   the Ring is upon you. You are sitting upon the
   Seat of Seeing. And suddenly you feel the
   Eye. You hear yourself crying out: Never,
   never! Then there comes to your mind another
   thought: Take it off!
If you take off the ring… If you try to run…
You take the Ring off your finger. A great
 weariness is on you, but your will is firm and
 your heart lighter. You speak aloud to
 yourself. “I will do not what I must…I will
 go alone. At once.” Slowly you draw out the
 Ring and put it on once more. You vanish
 and pass down the hill, less than a rustle of
 the wind.

If you swim…               If you go by boat...
You hear calls of “Frodo! Frodo!” but you do
 not respond. You hustle quickly to the elf-
 boat, untie it, jump in and cast off with your
 paddle. Just as your boat moves away from
 the shore you hear, “Coming, Mr. Frodo!
 Coming!” Sam flings himself from the bank.
 He misses it by a yard. Gurgling he goes

  If you let Sam sink        If you save Sam…
            like a stone…
You are persuaded that Boromir’s cause is the
 most immediate need. You decide to turn
 west, head to Minas Tirith, and help Boromir
 fend of the latest threat of orcs. Aragorn
 nods in stoic acceptance of your decision,
 but your heart misgives. You laden yourself
 with supplies and begin the march down
 through the Entwash to avoid being seen on
 the river. Unfortunately the orcs are also on
 the west bank searching for you. Their
 arrows outnumber your swords. You scatter
 in all directions. You put on the Ring
 and head for a boat.
You don’t wait to find out who or what is
 following you. You break into a panicked
 run toward the camp. As you reach the
 Company, Aragorn rises and draws his
 sword. Arrows fly past you on all sides.
 You and the other hobbits scatter, trying to
 hide, but it is no use. A black arrow strikes
 you in the back, you tumble into the water,
 and your last thought is that Isildur must
 have felt what you are feeling now, in his
 last moments.
                   THE END
You are frightened, but you have grown to
 trust this bold warrior of Gondor. And his
 cause seems to be such a noble one. You
 are tired of the Ring, tired of the burden,
 tired of the ache you constantly feel in the
 shoulder which the Ringwraith pierced.
You hand him the Ring. He smiles, and
 thanks you, calling you a wise halfling.
 Suddenly he puts the ring on and is gone.
 You return to camp to find that a boat is
 gone, and you realize what you have done.
                   THE END
You feel that this voice must be some kind of
 trick of Sauron and his ever-seeing Eye.
 You jump down from your seat, but you
 cannot shake the impression that you are
 being followed. You grow dizzy and weak.
 Your body continues to move, but your
 mind wanders. You remember the Eye,
 searching your thoughts. As you run, you
 begin to feel compelled to cross the river, to
 take the ring to him. Suddenly you slip on
 the bank and tumble into the water. You
 cannot swim well, and your body has given
 up the fight.
                   THE END
With the Ring on your finger you feel
 different, almost as if you could walk on
 water. You decide that taking a boat would
 only cause the others to follow you. You
 decide to swim across the river, even though
 you have very little experience with the
 water. You slide into the river and begin to
 paddle. The current is far too strong for
 you. You try to call for help, but your cries
 are drowned by the roar of the falls, the Falls
 of Rauros. You and the hopes of Middle
 Earth are swept away.
                  THE END
Sauron has apparently possessed you, both
  body and soul. As you see Sam slipping
  beneath the surface, the same voice you
  heard on the Seat of Seeing speaks to you
  saying, “Grab his hand, you fool!”

You reach out and grab for Sam beneath the
You save Sam, cross the Emyn Muil, meet up
 with Gollum, travel through the Dead
 Marshes and Mordor, follow him until he
 leaves you for dead in Shelob’s lair, escape
 from Cirith Ungol, climb the slopes of Mt.
 Doom, and prepare to destroy the Ring and
 complete your Quest.
Here is where your free will ends. You speak
 with a clear voice, “I have come, but I do not
 choose now to do what I came to do.”
But Gollum snacks on your finger and the deed
 is done. The world is saved.
                  THE END
             Verses for the King   My heart is stirred
                                   by a noble theme as
                                   I recite verses for
                                   the king; my tongue
• Quarter 1: George Macdonald      is the pen of a
                                   skillful writer.
     (Expression/Description)      Psalm 45:1

• Quarter 2: J.R.R. Tolkien
• Quarter 3: C.S. Lewis
• Quarter 4: G.K. Chesterton
         The Writer’s Choice

                     Writing Skills
                      – Diction
  – Models
                      – Grammar,
  – Journaling
  – Process             Mechanics
                      – Online
                        Practice Links

2 Kinds of Models        7 Virtues
  – Influences             – 4 Classical Virtues
  – Tolkien’s Own          – 3 Christian Virtues

                         3 Stages
2 Types of Writing         – Storytelling Tradition
  – Journaling             – Setting the Stage
  – Guided Practice        – Characterization and

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Online Textbook
                 Life Preparation

Group Learning

     Practical Application

Creative Exploration
                 College Preparation

Study Skills

      Presentation Skills

Writing Skills

      Research Skills
        Character Exploration

  • Supporting with a Structure of Grace
 • Promoting Confident Communication
• Mentoring for Future Decisions of Faith

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