Rings of Power season 2 episode 5

Well that episode really annoyed me. I don’t think I’ll rewatch that one again and again. Beware major spoilers ahead. It was all sad sad sad. Previous episodes have had some lifting moments, but not this one. Things just go from bad to worse to darker still. ☹️

So yeah I guess Valandil is off the show now. I can’t let myself get too upset about these things (even though I’m pissed off and gutted like he was) because it’s just a show. But man, I hate Eärien and Kemen. The writers have done a good job getting them to be horrible.

And of course we can see the manipulation that Sauron is inflicting on Celebrimbor. As I watch this show it makes me think of Eru looking down on creation and I see his beings as children who make mistakes. The elves are trying so hard to fight against evil, but it seems to me they are the most susceptible to manipulation.

The dwarves deep in their mountain are tough little things. The realms of men on the one extreme we have the great island city of Numenor, in contrast there are the peasant folk that consist of those who swore an oath to Adar, and those who didn’t.

The orcs are so gross. And when I posted about the baby orc, I could see how that would be possible, but orcs behave like they were created to be evil and nasty. I suppose you would act like that if you looked so disgusting. They must feel sick all the time at their own bad breath.

The elves are the most childlike, let’s face it. Even though harfoots are small, they are not as hopeful as the elves. And in that hope it seems to me the elves go blindly into whatever dark force would exploit their good intents. The elves are so determined to stave off evil, they don’t realise that the evil is using that very determination against them.

“And in the darkness bind them.”

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