Tolkien really just paused in the middle of the hobbit chase to describe a sunrise so raw you could feel the clammy dawn of a sleepless night sticking between your fingers? When your face is cold and your blood is up and the world is sharp and you are sharp and dawn is spilling pink onto the highway or the train station ceiling or the hills of Rohan? It is a sensation not even California weed can match.
you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy
I feel like the fandom is sleeping on a potential horror reading of the Oath of Feanor as its own sort of powerful metaphysical being that the Feanorians accidentally created when they swore the oath. A being capable of sleeping and waking. A being capable of betrayal and torment. Like that's some good horror shit right there.