‘You remember?’ said Frodo, speaking his thought aloud in his astonishment. ‘But I thought,’ he stammered as Elrond turned towards him, ‘I thought that the fall of Gil-galad was a long age ago.’
‘So it was indeed,’ answered Elrond gravely. ‘But my memory reaches back even to the Elder Days. Eärendil was my sire, who was born in Gondolin before its fall; and my mother was Elwing, daughter of Dior, son of Lúthien of Doriath. I have seen three ages in the West of the world, and many defeats, and many fruitless victories.
I am Pasduil, and this is a place that I think aloud about games, about playing in all its assorted forms, and about the role of play in our lives. I’m not quite as old as Elrond, but my memory reaches back a fair way, and I’ve seen the rise and fall of a few generations of games, companies and technologies.
As you probably guessed, I love the work of Tolkien, which makes the Lord of the Rings Online (LOTRO) my favorite computer game at the moment.