The Master Race.

So, I realised there's been a bit of a... Delay in posts, mainly because I decided to actually go to class in full. Something something forsaking dream world something something.

So. Rant time.

I've been reading 'Unfinished Tales' by Tolkien. For some reason I failed to find it before but then after much begging and oaths sworn, a dear friend bought it for me. For free. Free stuff do exist after all. Anyway, I expected... Something much more elvish, perhaps a background on the many... Many characters and it's there in full. What I didn't expect was to get the fucking epic greatness of Mankind teabagged directly into my skull.

I motherfucking shit you fucking not. It didn't come as a shock, in all his work, it's obvious that Lord Tolkien portrays Mankind as something that is great. Beren (Tapped an elvish princess' ass), Hurin and Turin (Tapped sister's ass), Tuor (Tapped an elvish princess' ass and started the greatest lineage in the history of fiction), Earendill (Tapped Elvish-Human-Maia hybrid's ass) and of course, courtesy of the films, Elessar (Tapped Elvish princess' ass. Who happens to be his great-grandaunt. How's that for incest.)

All great, all grand but then actually reading more into the lives of the Numenorean Kings... Holy balls of Megatherion... Fucking master race. Definitely master race.

No picture could encompass the greatness that is a Numenorean King. So, have a map instead.

That's why I think Tolkien is the greatest writer to have ever set ink to paper. He did not create supermen. He damn well could, I'm pretty fucking sure of it but he didn't because even when it's fantasy, there must be a sort of realism to it.

The best example is by looking at the line of Elros Tar-Minyatur. Sure, he lived five hundred years. Sure, he initiated the greatest fucking kingdom. But after him, it became so fucking lifelike. From this great man came great descendants. Aldarion, Minastir, Palantir.... And also the lord cuntship of all cunts like Ciryatan, Atanamir and of course, the last King of Numenor: Ar-Pharazon.

The way their lives are chronicled is fucking realistic. Aldarion had major problems with his wife; Erendis. Vardamir Nolimon gave fuck all to ruling the damned country. Tar-Atanamir was the first to openly question the ban of the Valar. Ar-Pharazon; well, that fucker took it to a whole new level of cuntnuggetry.

And it's not as if there's an order to their appearance. Tar-Palantir became the King even when the timeline denotes that the majority hates the Eldar. It's an alternating process, if you're a damned good person, it doesn't mean your kid will follow in your footsteps.

The way Tolkien signifies the slow decay in the lineage is fucking magnificent. The line of Elros has extremely long lifespans but they do not die of old age. Instead, they die when they felt ready to bid the world goodbye, kind of like waking up one day and feeling as if you've achieved what you wanted to and it's time to leave. They only grow old when they resist, clinging to the life that already surpassed many others. As time went on, the lifespan shortened, due to the corruption of their souls. Elros lived for five centuries. The last of the Kings rarely lived over two.

Reading it... Was depressing, not because of the events but because it seemed extremely realistic. It's as if we are all the descendants of the Numenoreans, the book is real fucking history and Numenor really did exist once upon a time. Valinor is there, separated from the earth. Earendil sailed the ocean once, Turin had sexy-time with his sister under the same sky, Elendil fled here with Isildur and Anarion.

TLDR; Mankind: greatest race in Middle-Earth.