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MY people perish for lack of knowledge [Hosea 4:6]

Jonah 1:12 | “Pick me up,” he answered, “& cast me into the sea, so it may quiet down for you. For I know that I am to #blame for this 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 that has come upon you”

Why? Knowingly in rebellion to GOD's call MY ppl perish for 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 of knowledge [Hosea 4:6]

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Ensure there's no one among you today, whose heart turns away from the LORD our GOD to worship gods of those nations.

Ensure there's no root among you that bears such poisonous & bitter fruit [Deut 29:17-18]

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because when such a person hears the words of this oath, he invokes a blessing on himself saying: I will have peace, even though I walk in the stubbornness of my own heart.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 on the watered land as well as the dry. [Deuteronomy 29:19]

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Mt 7:22-23 | #Many will say to ME on that day, ‘LORD, LORD, did we not prophesy in YOUR name, & in YOUR name drive out demons & perform many miracles?’ ²³ Then I will tell them plainly,

I never knew you; 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐄, you workers of lawlessness!’

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Jonah 1:12

Seek the LORD while HE may be found call on HIM while HE is near ⁷Let the wicked forsake his way ..let him return to the LORD, that HE may have compassion & to our GOD for HE will freely pardon

⁸“For MY thoughts are not your thoughts neither are your ways MY ways” [Isaiah 55:6-8]

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There Are No Atheists in Foxholes Statement

"There are no atheists in foxholes" is an aphorism used to argue that in times of extreme stress/fear, such as during war ("in foxholes"), all people will believe in, or hope for, a higher power.

Thus there are therefore no #atheists.

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God Fodder @PeteAlonSoCrazy · 1h

And that is 100% false.

Only the weak minded believe in god out of fear.

In REALITY, there are no theists in foxholes.

If you are under attack or in imminent danger, theists immediately abandon any notion of faith, and stick to reality and logic for survival, just like atheists.

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God Fodder @PeteAlonSoCrazy · 1h

If you were confronted by a hungry lion, would you drop to your knees and pray, or think of a real world solution?

I know what I would do.

"Atheists in foxholes" is a complete myth and complete lie. Every theist looks both ways before crossing the street.

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[Psalm 119:153, Proverbs 10:21, Isaiah 1:3, 3:12; 5:13; Jeremiah 5:4, Ezekiel 44:23, Hosea 2:13-14, 4:1; 4:12-14, 5:4, 6:6; 7:9, 7:11, 8:1, 8:12-14, 13:6, Zechariah 11:8-9, Malachi 2:7-8]

● Psalm 119:153 | Look upon my affliction & rescue me, for I have not forgotten YOUR law.

● Proverbs 10:21 | ²¹ The lips of the righteous feed many, but fools die for lack of judgment.

● Jeremiah 5:4 | ⁴ Then I said, “They are only the poor; they have played the fool, for they do not know the way of the LORD, the justice of their GOD.

● Ezekiel 44:23 | ²³ They are to teach MY people the difference between the holy & the common, & show them how to discern between the clean & the unclean.

● Hosea 2:13-14 | I will punish her for the days of the Baals when she burned incense to them, when she decked herself with rings & jewelry, & went after her lovers.

But ME she forgot,” declares the LORD.

¹⁴ I will not punish your daughters when they prostitute themselves or your daughters-in-law when they commit adultery.

For the men themselves go off with prostitutes & offer sacrifices with cult prostitutes.

So a people without understanding will come to ruin.

● Hosea 4:1 | ¹ Hear the word of the LORD, O children of Israel, for the LORD has a case against the people of the land: “There is no truth, no loving devotion, & no knowledge of GOD in the land!

● Hosea 4:12-14 | ¹² MY people consult their wooden idols, & their divining rods inform them. For a spirit of prostitution leads them astray & they have played the harlot against their GOD. ¹³ They sacrifice on the mountaintops & burn offerings on the hills, under oak, poplar, & terebinth, because their shade is pleasant.

And so your daughters turn to prostitution & your daughters-in-law to adultery. ¹⁴ I will not punish your daughters when they prostitute themselves or your daughters-in-law when they commit adultery.

For the men themselves go off with prostitutes & offer sacrifices with cult prostitutes.

So a people without understanding will come to ruin.

● Hosea 5:4 | ⁴ Their deeds do not permit them to return to their GOD, for a spirit of prostitution is within them, & they do not know the LORD.

● Hosea 6:6 | ⁶ For I desire mercy, not sacrifice, & the knowledge of GOD rather than burnt offerings.

● Hosea 7:9 | ⁹ Foreigners consume his strength, but he does not notice. Even his hair is streaked with gray, but he does not know.

● Hosea 7:11 | ¹¹ So Ephraim has become like a silly, senseless dove—calling out to Egypt, then turning to Assyria.

● Hosea 8:1 | ¹ Put the ram’s horn to your lips! An eagle looms over the house of the LORD, because they have transgressed MY covenant & rebelled against MY law.

● Hosea 8:12 | ¹² Though I wrote for them the great things of MY law, they regarded them as something strange.

● Hosea 8:14 | ¹⁴ Israel has forgotten his Maker & built palaces; Judah has multiplied its fortified cities.

But I will send fire upon their cities, & it will consume their citadels.

● Hosea 13:6 | ⁶ When they had pasture, they became satisfied; when they were satisfied, their hearts became proud, & as a result, they forgot ME.

● Zechariah 11:8-9 | And in one month I dismissed three shepherds. MY soul grew impatient with the flock, & their souls also detested me.

⁹ Then I said, “I will no longer shepherd you.

Let the dying die, & the perishing perish; & let those who remain devour one another’s flesh.”

● Malachi 2:7 | ⁷ For the lips of a priest should preserve knowledge, & people should seek instruction from his mouth, because he is the messenger of the LORD of Hosts.”

● Malachi 2:8 | “But you have departed from the way, & your instruction has caused many to stumble.

You have violated the covenant of Levi,” says the LORD of Hosts.

● Isaiah 1:3 | ³ The ox knows its owner, & the donkey its master’s manger, but Israel does not know; MY people do not understand.”

● Isaiah 3:12 | Youths oppress MY people, & women rule over them. O MY people, your guides mislead you; they turn you from your paths.

● Isaiah 5:13 | ¹³ Therefore MY people will go into exile for their lack of understanding; their dignitaries are starving & their masses are parched with thirst.

Charles John Ellicott, Theologian [1819–1905] | Hosea 4:6

[6] For lack of knowledge, which you, O priest, should have kept alive in their hearts.

The knowledge of GOD is life eternal. [Comp. John 17:3]

● John 17:3 | ³ Now this is eternal life, that they may know YOU, the only true GOD, & JESUS CHRIST, whom YOU have sent.

● Proverbs 8:35 | ³⁵ For whoever finds me finds life & obtains the favor of the LORD.

● John 3:17 | ¹⁷ For GOD did not send HIS SON into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through HIM.

● John 5:44 | ⁴⁴ How can you believe if you accept glory from one another, yet do not seek the glory that comes from the only GOD?

The LORD's “controversy” repudiates the entire priesthood, as they had rejected the true knowledge of GOD.

They had inclined to calf-worship, had been vacillating respecting Baal, & had connived at moral offences.

If, on the other hand, with most commentators, we consider the people themselves as thus addressed, the passage refers to the cessation of the position of priesthood, which every member of the true theocracy ought to have maintained [Comp. Exodus 19:6]

● Exodus 19:6 | ⁶ And unto ME you shall be a kingdom of priests & a holy nation.’ These are the words that you are to speak to the Israelites.”

● 1 Peter 2:5 | ⁵ you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to GOD through JESUS CHRIST.

● 1 Peter 2:9 | ⁹ But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for GOD’s own possession, to proclaim the virtues of HIM who called you out of darkness into HIS marvelous light.

● Revelation 1:6 | ⁶ who has made us to be a kingdom, priests to HIS GOD & FATHER—to HIM be the glory & power forever & ever! Amen.

The people should no longer be priests to YHWH

Joseph Benson, Methodist [1749–1821] | Hosea 4:6

MY people are destroyed for lack of knowledge—The ignorance of the nature, necessity, & excellence of true religion, which prevailed among the Jews & Israelites, was one principal cause of those sins which drew down such heavy judgments upon them.

Because YOU have rejected knowledge—That is, would not use the means of knowledge which YOU had.

“But this lack of knowledge in the people was, in a great measure, owing to the want of that constant instruction which they ought to have received from the priests.

The mention of it, therefore, occasions a sudden transition from general threatenings to particular denunciations against the priesthood.”

I will also reject thee—The high-priest for the time being, as the representative of the whole order, seems to be here addressed; that you shall be no priest to ME—

Since the person threatened was to be rejected from being a priest, he was priest at the time when he was threatened; otherwise had not been subject of rejection.

The person threatened therefore must have been the head, for the time being, of the true Levitical priesthood, not of the intruded priesthood of Jeroboam.

This is a proof, that the metropolis, threatened with excision is Jerusalem, not Samaria, & that the ten tribes exclusively are not the subject of this part of the prophecy.”—Bishop Horsley.

Seeing you have forgotten the law of your GOD—Hast neither desired nor endeavoured to understand, or retain it in your mind, nor to transmit the knowledge & remembrance of it to posterity.

I will also forget your children—Thy offspring, or the people whose priest you are, & of whom you ought to have taken fatherly care; I will not look upon them any longer as the seed of Abraham, & children of MY covenant.

Matthew Henry, Nonconformist [1662-1714] | Hosea 4:6-11

Hosea 4:6-11 | ⁶ MY people are destroyed for lack of knowledge. Because you have rejected knowledge, I will also reject you as MY priests.

Since you have forgotten the law of your GOD, I will also forget your children. ⁷ The more they multiplied, the more they sinned against ME;

they exchanged their glorious GOD for a thing of disgrace.

⁸ They feed on the sins of MY people & set their hearts on iniquity. ⁹ And it shall be like people, like priest.

I will punish both of them for their ways & repay them for their deeds.

¹⁰ They will eat but not be satisfied; they will be promiscuous but not multiply. For they have stopped obeying the LORD.

¹¹ Promiscuity, wine, & new wine take away understanding.

Both priests & people rejected knowledge;

GOD will justly reject them.

They forgot the law of GOD, neither desired nor endeavoured to retain it in mind, & to transmit the remembrance to their posterity; therefore GOD will justly forget them & their children.

If we dishonour GOD with that which is our honour, it will, sooner or later, be turned into shame to us.

Instead of warning the people against sin, from the consideration of the sacrifices, which showed what an offence sin was to GOD, since it needed an atonement, the priests encouraged the people to sin, since atonement might be made at so small an expense.

It is very wicked to be pleased with the sins of others, because they may turn to our advantage.

What is unlawfully gained, cannot be comfortably used.

The people & the priests hardened one another in sin; therefore justly shall they share in the punishment.

Sharers in sin must expect to share in ruin.

Any lust harboured in the heart, in time will eat out all its strength & vigour.

That is the reason why many professors grow so heavy, so dull, so dead in the way of religion.

They have a liking for some secret lust, which takes away their hearts.

Albert Barnes, American Theologian [1798-1870] | Hosea 4:6

1.] MY people are destroyed for lack of knowledge— "MY people are," not, "is." This accurately represents the Hebrew.

The word "people" speaks of them as a whole; are, relates to the individuals of whom that whole is composed.

Together, the words express the utter destruction of the whole, one & all.

They are destroyed "for lack of knowledge," literally, "of the knowledge," i.e., the only knowledge, which in the creature is real knowledge, that knowledge, of the want of which he had before complained, the knowledge of the Creator.

So Isaiah mourns in the same words,

"therefore my people are gone into captivity, because they have no knowledge" Isaiah 5:13.

They are destroyed for lack of it,

for the true knowledge of GOD is the life of the soul, true life, eternal life, as our Saviour saith,

"This is life eternal, that they should know Thee, the only true GOD, & JESUS CHRIST whom Thou has sent."

The source of this lack of knowledge, so fatal to the people, was the willful rejection of that knowledge by the priest;

1.] Because you have rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that you shalt be no priest to ME—

GOD marks the relation between the sin & the punishment, by retorting on them, as it were, their own acts; & that with great emphasis, "I will utterly reject thee.”

Those, thus addressed, must have been true priests, scattered up & down in Israel, who, in an irregular way, offered sacrifices for them, & connived at their sins.

For GOD's sentence on them is, "You shalt be no priest to ME."

But the priests whom Jeroboam consecrated out of other tribes than Levi, were priests not to GOD, but to the calves.

Those then, originally true priests to GOD, had probably a precarious livelihood, when the true worship of GOD was deformed by the mixture of the calf-worship, & the people "halted between two opinions;"

& so were tempted by poverty also, to withhold from the people unpalatable truth.

They shared, then, in the rejection of GOD's truth which they dissembled, & made themselves partakers in its suppression.

And now, they "despised, were disgusted" with the knowledge of GOD, as all do in fact despise & dislike it, who prefer ought besides to it.

So GOD repaid their contempt to them, & took away the office, which, by their sinful connivances, they had hoped to retain.

2.] Seeing you have forgotten the law of your GOD—This seems to have been the sin of the people.

For the same persons could not, at least in the same stage of sin, despise & forget.

They who despise or "reject," must have before their mind that which they "reject."

To reject is willful, conscious, deliberate sin, with a high hand; to "forget," an act of negligence.

The rejection of GOD's law was the act of the understanding & will, forgetfulness of it comes from the neglect to look into it; & this,

● from the distaste of the natural mind for spiritual things, ● from being absorbed in things of this world, ● from inattention to the duties prescribed by it, or shrinking from seeing "that" condemned, which is agreeable to the flesh.

The priests knew GOD's law & "despised" it; the people "forgot" it.

In an advanced stage of sin, however, man may come to forget what he once despised; & this is the condition of the hardened sinner.

I will also forget YOUR children—Literally, "I will forget YOUR children, I too." GOD would mark the more, that HIS act followed on their's; they, first; then, HE saith, "I too." He would requite them, & do what it belonged not to HIS Goodness to do first.

Parents who are careless as to themselves, as to their own lives, even as to their own shame, still long that their children should not be as themselves.

GOD tries to touch their hearts, where they are least steeled against HIM.

He says not, "I will forget thee," but I will forget those nearest YOUR heart, "thy children." GOD is said to forget, when HE acts, as if HIS creatures were no longer in HIS mind, no more.

the objects of HIS providence & love.

Jamieson-Fausset-Brow, Anglican & FC of Scotland [1871] | Hosea 4:6

lack of knowledge—"of GOD" [Hosea 4:1], that is, lack of piety.

Their ignorance was wilful, as the epithet, "My people," implies; they ought to have known, having the opportunity, as the people of GOD. thou—O priest, so-called.

Not regularly constituted, but still bearing the name, while confounding the worship of Jehovah & of the calves in Beth-el [1 Kings 12:29, 31].

I will … forget YOUR children—Not only those who then were alive should be deprived of the priesthood, but their children who, in the ordinary course would have succeeded them, should be set aside.

Matthew Poole, Nonconformist [1624-1679] | Hosea 4:6

My people: the divorce was not yet issued out, the ten tribes yet were in some sense Ammi.

Are destroyed; not only in the prophetic style, are, because ere long they shall most certainly be destroyed, but in the course of the history it is plain in matter of fact; many of them were cut off by Pul king of Assyria, 2 Kings 15, & many were destroyed by the bloody & cruel tyranny of Menahem, & more were ruined in their estates by exactions & impositions.

The civil wars, the seditions, the usurpations of some & the deposing of others, were things the prophet Hosea lived to see, & I believe speaks of here as things that had already destroyed many.

For lack of knowledge of GOD, his law, his menaces, his providences, & government of the world.

Had they known his holy nature, his jealousy for his own glory, his hatred of sin & his power to punish it, had they known their GOD, they would either have forborne to sin, or repented of what sins they had committed, & so prevented his wrath.

Because thou: the prophet now turns his words from the people to the priests among them.

The people’s ignorance was much from the ignorance & profane humour of their priests, & this the prophet doth tacitly charge on the priests, to whom he speaks as to one particular person:

Thou, who callest thyself, art accounted by the people, & goest under the name of a priest.

Hast rejected knowledge: strange perverseness! they who should direct others, who should be teachers, are & will be ignorant, will not know, reject knowledge; detestest to know, as the Chaldee paraphrase.

I will also reject thee; with equal dislike I will reject time, I will destroy your Church constitution, & with that I will destroy your priesthood; & I will do this with detestation & abhorrence too.

Thou have forgotten the law of YOUR GOD: O Israel, & you, O priests, you have all sinned together, slighted & disrespected the law, broken all the precepts of it, set up other gods, other worship, other priests than the law directs.

I will also forget; I will pay thee in YOUR own coin, I will forget, i.e. slight & disregard.

Thy children; the people of Israel, the whole kingdom of the ten tribes; both those pretended priests & their ghostly children with them.

John Gill, Baptist & Calvinist [1697-1771] | Hosea 4:6

My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge—This is not to be understood of those who are the LORD's people by special grace; for they cannot he destroyed, at least with everlasting destruction; GOD's love to them, his choice of them, covenant with them, the redemption of them by CHRIST, & the grace of GOD in them, secure them from such destruction: nor can they perish through want of knowledge; for though they are by nature as ignorant as others, yet it is the determinate will of GOD to bring them to the knowledge of the truth, in order to salvation; & that same decree which fixes salvation as the end, secures the belief of the truth as the means; & the covenant of grace provides for their knowledge of spiritual things, as well as other spiritual blessings; in consequence of which their minds are enlightened by the SPIRIT of wisdom & understanding, & they have the knowledge of GOD & CHRIST given them, which is life eternal.

But this is to he understood of the people of the ten tribes of Israel, who were nationally & nominally the people of GOD, were so by profession; they called themselves the people of GOD; & though they were idolaters, yet they professed to worship GOD in their idols; & as yet GOD's "loammi" had not taken place upon them; he still sent his prophets among them, to reprove & reform them, & they were not as yet finally rejected by him, & cast out of their land.

These may be said to be "destroyed", because they were threatened with destruction, & it was near at hand, they were just upon the brink of it; & because of the certainty of it, & this "through the lack of knowledge": either in the people, who were ignorant of GOD, his mind, & will, & worship, & without fear & reverence of him, which was the cause of all the abominations they ran into, for which they were threatened with ruin; or in the priests, whose business it was to teach & instruct the people; but instead of teaching them true doctrine, & the true, manner of worship, taught them false doctrine, & led them into superstition & idolatry; & so they perished through the default of the priests in performing their office; which sense is confirmed by what follows: because YOU have rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that YOU shall be no priest to me; the priests that Jeroboam made were of the lowest of the people, ignorant & illiterate men, 1 Kings 12:31 & they chose to continue such; they rejected with contempt & abhorrence, as the word signifies, the knowledge of GOD, & of all divine things; of the law of GOD, concerning what was to be done, or not to be done, by the people; & of all statutes & ordinances relating to divine worship, & the performance of the priestly office: & though there might be some of Aaron's line that continued in the land of Israel, & in their office; yet these affected the same ignorance, & therefore the LORD threatens them with a rejection from the priesthood; or, however, that they should be no priests to him, or in his account, but should be had in the utmost abhorrence & contempt, The word here used has a letter in it more than usual [s], which may signify the utter rejection of them, & the great contempt they were had in by the LORD; this was to take place, & did, at the captivity by Shalmaneser.

Seeing YOU have forgotten the law of YOUR GOD: which he had given them, who was their GOD by profession; & which they had forgot as if they never had read or learnt it; & so as not to observe & keep it themselves, nor teach & instruct others in it:

I will also forget YOUR children; have no regard to them, take no notice & care of them, as if they were never known by him; meaning either the people in general, their disciples & spiritual children; or else their natural children, who should be cut off, & not succeed them in the priesthood.

The words are very emphatic, "I will forget them, even I" [t]; which expresses the certainty of it more fully, as well as more clearly points at the justness of the retaliation.

[s] the last is superfluous; the reason of the word being so written.

Ben Melech confesses his ignorance of.

[t] "etiam ego", Pagninus, Montanus, Zanchius, Cocceius, Rivet, Schmidt.

Geneva Study BIBLE, ‎Protestant Affiliation [1557-1560] | Hosea 4:6

My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because {f} YOU have rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that YOU shalt be no priest to me: seeing {g} YOU have forgotten the law of YOUR GOD, I will also forget YOUR children. [f] That is, the priests will be cast off, because for lack of knowledge they are not able to execute their charge, & instruct others; De 33:3, Mal 2:7.

[g] Meaning the whole body of the people, who were weary with hearing the word of GOD.

Cambridge BIBLE, Anglican Editor John Perowne [1882] | Hosea 4:6

MY people are destroyed] The prophet cannot escape, because the people is on the brink of ruin through the prophet’s fault.

It is the perfect of prophetic certitude, ‘my people is already as good as destroyed.’

for lack of knowledge] More precisely, by reason of [their] lack of knowledge.

The ‘knowledge of GOD’ is meant [see on Hosea 4:1].

YOU have rejected knowledge] Thou is emphatically expressed in the Hebrew.

‘Knowledge’, viz.

of GOD’s revealed will, was theoretically a deposit in the priestly order [Deuteronomy 33:10; Ezekiel 44:23; Malachi 2:7].

There is no reason to think that the ‘priest-people’ of Israel is addressed; there was no priest-people till after the return from exile.

forgotten … forget] To ‘forget’ what has been committed to one’s charge is the same as to ignore it.

The penalty of the priests is not really distinct from that of the people [see Hosea 4:9]; the priestly office could in no full sense be maintained in captivity.

the law of YOUR GOD] ‘Thy GOD’, because the priest was specially ‘brought near’ to Jehovah.

‘The law’, Heb.

tôr âh, will cover oral as well as written instructions [comp.

Deuteronomy 17:11], but a later passage [Hosea 8:12] shows that a written legislation existed in Hosea’s time.

The contents of this may be presumed from Hosea’s language to have been, at any rate to a large extent, concerned with applications of religious morality.

thy children] i.e.

the members of the priestly caste; ‘thy brethren’ would be more consistent with the figure [compHosea 4:6.

‘thy mother’, Hosea 4:5].

Donald Spence Jones [1836-1917] |

—My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge.

Here the verb is plural & its subject singular, because, being collective, it comprehends all the individual members of the nation.

The word כדמו is rendered

[1] by Jerome in the sense of "silence:" "conticuit populus incus," which he explains to mean "sinking into eternal silence." So also the Chaldee.

[2] The LXX., understands it in the sense of "likeness:" "My people are like [ὡμοιώθη] as if they had no knowledge." Aben Ezra disproves this sense as follows: "This word, if it were from the root signifying 'likeness,' would have after it el with seghol, as, 'To [el with seghol] whom art YOU like in YOUR greatness?' [Ezekiel 31:2]; but without the word el it has the meaning of ' cutting off.'" So Kimchi: "Here also it has the sense of 'cutting off.'" The article before "knowledge" implies renewed mention & refers to the word in ver.

1; or it may emphasize the word as that knowledge by way of eminence, which surpasses all other knowledge, & without which no other knowledge can really prove a blessing in the end.

The knowledge of GOD is the most excellent of all sciences.

Paul counted all things but loss in comparison with its possession; & our blessed LORD himself says, "This is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true GOD, & JESUS CHRIST, whom YOU have sent;" while the Prophet Isaiah attributed the captivity to its absence: "My people are gone into captivity because they have no knowledge." Because YOU have rejected knowledge...

seeing YOU have forgotten the Law of YOUR Son.

The cause of this ignorance is here charged on the unfaithfulness of the priesthood.

They rejected knowledge & forgot the Law of their GOD.

The two concluding clauses of this verse may be regarded as "split members" of a single sentence.

As rejection implies the presence of the object rejected, while forgetfulness implies its absence from the mind or memory, some have understood rejection of knowledge as the sin of the priest, & forgetfulness that of the people.

This separation is not necessary, for what men continue for a time to despise they will by-and-by forget.

The forgetfulness is thus an advance upon rejection.

The sin of these priests was very great, for, while the priests' lips were required to keep knowledge, they neither preserved that knowledge themselves nor promoted it among the people; hence the indignant & direct address.

Thus Kimchi says: "HE addresses the priestly order that existed at that time: Thou have rejected he knowledge for thyself & to teach it to the people, consequently I will reject thee from being a priest unto me.

Since YOU dost not exercise the office of priest, which is to teach the Law, I will reject thee so that YOU shalt not be a priest in my house." I will also reject thee that YOU shalt be no priest to me...

I will also forget YOUR children, even I.

The punishment resembles the offence; the human delinquency is reflected in the Divine retaliation.

To make this the more pointed, the "YOU on YOUR part [attah]" at the head of the sentence has its counterpart, or rather is counterbalanced by the "even I" or "I too [gam ani]" at its close.

The severity of the punishment is augmented by the threat that, not only the then existing priests, but their sons after them, would be excluded from the honor of the priesthood.

This was touching painfully the tenderest part.

It needs scarcely be observed that forgetfulness is only spoken of GOD in a figurative sense, & after the manner of men, that being forgotten which is no longer the object of attention or affection.

"The meaning of אשׁ," says Kimchi, "is by way of figure, like the man who forgets something & does not take it to heart." The unusual form אֶמְאָסְאָך has been variously accounted for.

The Massorites mark the aleph before caph as redundant; it is omitted in several manuscripts of Kennicott & De Rossi, as also some of the early printed editions.

Kimchi confesses his ignorance of its use.

Olshausen treats it as a copyist's error; but Ewald "regards it as an Aram-seen pausal form." Some take the reference to be to Israel as a kingdom of priest

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Tindómiel, a name long since used, for searching for any sign of the only child of King Elros of Numenor need only turn their eyes to the wild of the world. Only there would you find yet another wanderer clinging to ages of woe and solitude in hopes of being spared another loss.

Manwendil, Atanalcar, and the short reigning King Vardamir, all your brothers and with their aging and your father’s passing you turned your eyes to the distant sea only feeling the great pain in the knowledge that after your mother you had chosen to not take your father and brothers’ path. Your nephew Tar-Amandil was crowned at King Vardamir’s passing and you were free from any obligations to the throne at his siblings taking up rule.

By the early sunrise after burying your youngest brother a quiet voice echoed in your heart while you paddled the makeshift raft you had formed to leave the cursed island. Since its birth you had lived there and yet you could already feel it dying as the looming wrath of the Valar was creeping nearer with each generation arriving and your recurring dream of its destruction would not stop haunting you. Always with a voice urging you to flee.

Harder and harder you paddled until a group of shouts sounded after you. A tearful turn of your head brought a band of faithful Elven servants, who had all remained behind to care for you in your mother’s choice to sail West. Panting steadily you waited for them to reach you on their barrels they had taken they strapped around your raft and then joined you in paddling to the distant shore. No longer clinging to your title you and the faithful six servants headed off to the distant peaks to find a home of your own. Here and there you made something more suitable for living only to feel the death of your father’s created home off in the distance. Your new home was then dubbed Osgiliath, the Citadel of the Host Stars, and taken from you.

All in your honor they claimed. Young Isildur arrived first and found himself drawn to the fields around your hidden home, your voice lulling him nearer, the stars in his words seemed to dance to your song of half hearted hope for your surviving kin. A shift of a stone under his boot caused him to stop when your singing halted, and just as Beren was bewitched by Luthien and her dark shadowing curls with stars said to be trapped in them he swore at once to remain faithful to you with sweet words and stars reflected in his eyes from the silver specks in yours. Their bewitching purple shade supposedly stole his heart demanding his unending fealty. However, with a crown on his head and a more beneficial offer of land your assumed spell seemed to wither away, but just as the Men rejoiced the last child of their first King dwelt among them you were gone again.

The Men did as they willed and you fought to remain indifferent as the next swirl of dreams came about. More and more your Men ventured off into the wilds in hopes of discovering the likeness of Luthien for themselves, not to claim, but to declare their fealty. Those successful bore proud stances and inconspicuous four point stars stitched on their elbows marking that they had seen the stars in the Wild Princess’ eyes. Not long in your endless days since your last stolen home you sat atop a half wall bordering a dock on the edge of Esgaroth a thunderous set of hooves skidded to a halt and a tall blonde dismounted and bowed his head to you under your long dark brown coat and hood pulled low.

In thick Rohirric he stated, “My apologies Strider. Queen Linea requests your aid.” A tilt of your head brought your distinct eyes over the mask coating the lower half of your face into view and you hopped down from the half wall collecting your pack with bow and quiver strapped to it you shouldered then accepted his hand up onto the horse behind him. Loosely you rested your hand around his side you watched the figure of the nearing barge arriving through the fog in your path towards Southern Greenwood.

Not long after the powerful steed continued racing onwards past the path of King Thranduil and his son, both on tall Elks watching as the horse crossed their intended path. Their eyes lingering on the rider from Rohan and then on you behind him, the hooded familiar figure earning respectful nods from the pair you returned while Former Queen Mother Taule wondered at the vastly smaller figure you held behind the rider.

A reach up brought your hood lower over your face and out to the edge of the forest you rode then came to a halt outside the exiting gates signaling your leg to swing down freeing you to land beside the horse and approach the line of carriages ahead. There you spotted the Queen of Gondor, as per tradition would deliver the firstborn son to Rivendell to be raised by Lord Elrond. Atop the spare horse they brought with them you escorted young Prince Arador off to the safety of the Elven realm you waited on the edges of while the Rangers, having heard your distant signals, flanked the carriages guiding them on to safety. After this you would always feel eyes on you from inside the woods, Elves always wondering why you never entered, why your hood was weighted to keep it from flying up, off again to Weathertop you would race.

Past the reclaimed Moria, now filled with your most loyal Elven followers treasuring the sealed keep you had led the cleansing of, protecting them with your absence. Again you would find the hidden door to the old lookout and ease into the fortress turned vacation home you claimed when you needed a place to unwind letting the horse follow the path to the Shire. A land where a great steed could always be useful for aid in tilling and find great ease in their days safe from the wars of Men under the watchful eyes of your Rangers.

…

A flicker of a flame visible in Weathertop brought a wandering Wizard to the other side of that same hidden door. Speaking in old Numenorian, “All the ages of the world will turn and turn again, my greatest hope is only to be amongst my friend again.”

The hidden door opened and you leaned in the doorway replying, “For the last time, there is no need for a made up incantation to summon me.”

Gandalf let out a soft chuckle and entered when you stepped back again showing him inside the warm keep where his eyes fell upon the softly glowing Elven toddler asleep in the basket by your armchair, “I was not aware of your child.”

Your eyes locked on his, “It is no secret the Queens of Gondor have entrusted their sons to my kin for centuries.”

“Ara-,”

“Estel.” His lips parted and you continued, “Gilraen asked when scouts discovered orcs in the paths to Rivendell ahead for me to protect him. I could not find a weakness in the waves camped around that keep.”

“It is rumored the infant was killed.” His head tilted noting the point on his ears curiously remembering seeing his rounded ears at his birth still glowing at the fresh link between the pair of you changing his fate by the grace of the Valar.

“Good.” You poured you both a cup of tea from the whistling kettle, “Then they won’t be looking for him.” He accepted the cup you passed him and caught your eyes when you asked, “How bad is this one?”

“Hmm?”

“The last time you asked me on a mission half of the Easterling’s territories ended up in flames and I spent three days waiting for that message of yours on just what I was supposed to find in their city to begin with.”

“That-, was a regrettable hindrance.” His eyes twinkled at you hopefully as you sipped on your tea. “The reason I came…”

…

Outside the Shire the early leaving Dwarves halted with hands latched onto their weapons seeing the line of Rangers blocking the path. In the distance Bilbo’s shouts were heard and with a grin he halted behind the others passing his contract to Balin. In the front of the line Thorin’s eyes held still on you with a firm scowl that only flinched when you spoke, “Mithrandir, you know as well as any no Hobbit leaves their lands without our escort.”

Thorin, “We do not require your aid.”

Bilbo’s lips parted, “I beg your pardon-.”

“Then you will not receive it. Master Baggins, however, will have our utmost fealty, as is due for all his kin.” Your line split and a line of ponies were revealed, pre saddled for the Dwarves and Bilbo’s sake.

Thorin, “Do not expect reimbursement.”

You let out a wry chuckle as your second in command says while the ponies walked over for the Dwarves to load up their belongings, “Not the best source of employment for financial gains. Though we all knew what we were signing up for. We serve our King, Strider. No more, no less. Do not worry yourselves about our barren purses, we have little use for them.”

Quietly against their issues with your joining them thy were content at least to be spared the task of bartering for ponies and had a great addition of arms to assist on guard. At lunch break a muffled whine brought their eyes to you. Your hood was drawn back and instantly they saw red at the tips of your ears only to calm when the last of the buttons on your outer jacket were undone revealing the armored lining to your coat widening your figure as well as acting as a shield for the toddler in the sling across your chest.

From his long nap he stirred with a big yawn all but melting the Dwarves’ hearts, and as they went to ask the others why they would allow you to bring a child three more of the Rangers, now revealed as female, also bore their babies in slings under their plated jackets. For their hopes of your being the infamous Strider all that died when Bilbo moved closer grinning at little Estel on his toes asking, “Soon enough he’ll be on a pony of his own Miss Pear.”

Weakly you chuckled removing your mask leaving it to hang around your neck replying, “Hopefully not too soon Master Baggins.” In the turn of your head you caught the young Princes whispering about you while Balin, Gloin and Bombur’s eyes were fixed on Estel misty from missing their own Pebbles both grown and still swaddled.

…

Tucked safely in the Troll Hoard the mothers and their children along with Estel in the arms of Elanor, one of your most loyal servants, awaited word of the path to be cleared. Since your leaving the Shire it seemed an extra masked face or two joined your ranks and soon enough at this outer edge of Rivendell 50 were tailing you alongside the Dwarves. Once again orcs seemed to be swarming around the enchanted kingdom since the Steward had taken control of Gondor it seemed orcs were growing bolder and bolder crossing into wider territories.

Thundering across the plain you led the charge only to stir confident smirks onto the faces of the Elves in the distance seeing the reinforcements they hadn’t expected. By hours end you were on your feet with each of the curious Elves closing in towards the one they all had known to be the mysterious Strider. All noting a striking pattern in a long since used series of moves shared with your fellow Numenoreans fighting with you from pre-destruction days. Two blocks with your mithril blades resting along your forearms followed by a swivel of your second blade to slice apart your foes. Each time in differing directions and always a deadly blow. Though your skill only distracted so long until a certain Elf Lord recognized your blades.

“Tindómiel…” In the distance Elrond muttered your name seeing your backwards lean to dodge the mace of a tall orc causing your hood to fall back revealing the noteworthy eyes that gave you away in your lunge to drive your blade through the orc’s heart. Jerking it back you swiveled your blades returning to your defensive moves to grant a winded Ranger beside you a few moments to gather his breath before guiding him on taking out the remainder around you.

By battle’s end you turned your head and were face to face with your father’s twin, bowing your head you stated, “My Lord.”

Timidly his hand rose up and he eased a latch open on the side of your mask loosening it to droop fully revealing your face, exactly the same since you had last seen him centuries ago at that final funeral. “Tindómiel, It has been-..”

“Miss Pear.” Your head turned to Thorin who asked, “Do they intend to hinder us?”

In a glance from you to the Dwarf King Elrond forced a hint of a smile and said, “Prince Thorin, any ally of Miss Pear’s is welcome in Rivendell.” A brunette Elf turned to guide the Dwarves, Bilbo and Gandalf off while you turned away only to halt at the firm hand fixed around your wrist. Lowly he pled, “Please-…”

Locking your eyes on his you stated, “My son and carrying Rangers are in a troll hoard not far from here.”

He nodded turning to walk with you, “We will escort you there and back again. It has been some time since you have been home.”

In a wavering tone you whispered, “I did as I was told. To flee.”

“Told-, you had a vision warning you to flee?”

A glance at him freed you to nod seeing the relief in his eyes, “I could feel the shadows looming, I tried to ignore it, but it kept growing louder. I could not linger there.”

“I imagine that was a heavy weight to bear alone.”

With a wry chuckle you guided him into the cave after a signaling click of your tongue in a warning signal of your identity. An easy grin slid onto your face as you chuckled reaching out for Estel in his warning pout, ready to cry for being away from you for so long. A gentle peck on his cheek and a brush of his curls behind his pointed ear revealed the Ring of Barahir, said to have been delivered to Strider, now King of Gondor as being the last rumored to be descended from the great line of Kings placed him as the best regent while the heir Aragorn was to grow. A now defunct idea leaving the throne in limbo and the Steward in power until Strider could be uncovered to learn if they would put aside the Ranger and become King.

Looking the child over and seeing similarities to another woman he asked you lowly in a step closer, “Just where might his father be?”

“In his tomb.”

“And-,”

Stepping closer to him you softly cut him off, “Scouts alerted of an ambush. I was passed a bundle for safe keeping. His name is Estel.”

Elrond’s eyes warmed reaching out a gloved hand mumbling to himself after kissing the top of the boy’s head, “You are safe little one.”

Raising him higher in your arms you caught his reaction spreading through his soldiers while they caught onto just who the child was. Easing the great loss they felt at failing the great line of Kings. Now grateful to know the youngest and oldest heirs to King Elros were to dwell in their Kingdom.

Holding to your hidden identities you were welcomed, scrubbed, redressed and fed thoroughly. The effects of which granted you a fresh pack of Elven traveling clothes at your reluctance to accept the fine gowns they had offered you as you were leaving soon. Though much to the awe of the Dwarves your star filled shadowy curls hung behind you freely to your knees revealing the great number of years it must have taken to gain such length to your thick resilient locks they all ached to reach out and touch as easily as Estel could. All hoping to see just what precious gems it resembled up close as the distance played tricks on their eyes adding hidden shades and flecks of color into each curl.

The awe of your presence there, along with the boy clinging to you so tightly in his sleep and waking moments you felt most eyes on you wherever you went. Between bouts of family sharing of tales over what you had missed since the last time you’d seen your Uncle, meeting his twin sons who you’d never met you before, you were content to trying to find time alone until you led the path out of the Kingdom reminding you only of who you’d lost. Thankfully at your request they continued to refer to you as Lady Pear to aid you in avoiding explaining the painful truth to these men you no doubt would be expected to abandon once they had won their goal.

Though at Elrond’s insistence to gain stability in the dimming lands your distant kin filled word had been spread of your safety and of your son, word which placed you solely on the throne at your own right with an heir to follow suit if needed. Distant cries and cheers went unheard to you while celebrations unfolded and the artists of the great White Citadel brought out your long since put away portrait to dust off and hang up in the Hall of Kings granting any with free time to visit a clear view of their new ruler. Painters with free time took to sharing the image with others by copying its likeness for display in the lower levels. All boasted to be poor likenesses of your beauty and bewitching gaze with the few Rangers bearing stars on their elbows to cheerfully fill in the details they had missed of your likeness and character with the paint, charcoal and easel.

…

A long enough stay had been accepted granting healing time to Dwalin’s shoulder from the trolls injuring him while taking one down. Off you rode to the edge of the forest, twice you faced harm needing to rescue the wandering Dwarves from danger.

One granting you a cursed ring and the other finding the now unconscious disguised Dwarves tied across the backs of your steeds leaving the Elven guard peering on at your great number of bundles for a single Hobbit’s possessions. Not an uncommon sight, the transfer of the kind little folk from one protected land to the next. No reason to interrupt them. Always Rangers passed through unhindered and were always welcomed whenever they approached the front gates as distant kin to Lord Elrond. Each time to be inspected and asked just how well they knew the fabled Strider whom they all knelt to a Ranger they hoped to meet one day.

Nearing the outskirts of the forest you caught sight of an alerting blue jay from a fellow band of Rangers. Thousands of orc were on their way to join the hundreds already camped outside Erebor hoping to work their way into the mountain to steal it from the great beast inside.

Elven lineage aside the Company had an army, albeit a small one, it gave them the great hope that with you they could pull this off far easier than if they had alone. With a turn of your head you eyed Elanor securing her jacket and nodding her head while you ordered her and the other mothers off to the Elf King’s gates with Bilbo along with them after Thorin had given his blessing to protect his Burglar from battle. All unknowingly joining the survivors from Laketown in the orc’s first attack destroying a majority of their city forcing them to fight back and flee with who and what they could.

Swinging your leg over your saddle you drew your swords freeing your horses to group together deeper in the woods at your charge out of the woods on foot into the sea of orcs. A signal from the other hidden Rangers eased the decision and time to obliterate the outer ranks before they could form up ranks. But by then a sea of arrows came down upon them from the racing Elves coming to your defense once your group had made it safely into the gates alerting the King Strider was waging war on the Elf King’s doorstep. For centuries he’d heard of this Strider, and now he would steal a moment to greet you properly

In your efforts you noticed the hoards climbing the mountain ridges stirring the beast from within. A deafening roar sounded and flames erupted from the overlook soon coating the mountain and heading out into the sea of orcs you had yet to reach. A soaring path overhead however came to a painful end as in a definitive dwindling last flaming blow to the orcs you took a running leap off the back of a freshly killed troll. Hard you landed feet first on Smaug’s cheek and drove a spear into his eye deep into his skull sending him and you into a straight path to the ground. Fleeing the path Elves and Dwarves alike huddled out of reach from the body crashing to the ground as you raced across it to dive into the frozen lake.

A set of hands planted on the lake’s edge and your drenched form rising unbothered by the frigid waters stirred the orc to flee only spreading the smirks on your Rangers’ faces while the Elves forced themselves to focus from your now partially revealed face back to the concluding battle ahead of them. One after another the orcs fell in your charge until the path was cleared to the open gates of Erebor.

In their worried glance back at you the Dwarves eased at your forces filling the ruined city of Dale. If there was any structure sturdy for housing it was fortified as the Elves returned to their forest, assuring your group would be well cared for. The notion of having children with them again easing the weight of the extra mouths to feed, alongside the added defense for the still onward marching orc forces on their way. By nightfall Bilbo had been fed and escorted into Erebor, where he discovered the stone and was all too painfully puzzled at why you had not been allowed inside the sealed mountain.

…

Dragons fall and horns blow, with the mountain won you took your place in Dale leaving the mountain to the Dwarves after catching their quizzical gazes at your Men at the dying breath of Smaug. No contracts were signed guaranteeing you a single coin, not that you wanted a portion anyways and Dwarven boots crossed the great distance in time to fend off a second wave of orcs. Out of your robes, cloaks and masks you all seemed to be regular Men from Laketown somehow already tasked themselves to clearing up the ruined city. All wondering at which of the Men were the fabled Strider.

In the midst of the hoard of returned Men of Laketown you slipped easily enough unseen by most. Tasked to several small jobs throughout the city and for the distaste of the few Dwarves holding claim over the rebuild you among all the others were reminded that it was the Dwarves who held claim to the city. Your largest task was aiding in the re-tilling of the farming land and healing the orchards just barely hanging on in the early chill at the first signs of winter. To the shock of the Dwarves a timid alliance was formed, mainly on the statement that Thranduil would be aiding King Strider in the rebuild. A common middle ground had been formed, that the Elves would assist in bringing about the first harvest and only then would the King’s gems be returned and a full deal could be found after.

In their deal a hidden agenda was present, each Elf looking and searching the crowds for any sign of those magnificent eyes once again, with only the Rangers bearing their masks still. Though it didn’t take long with the King’s own son locating you in the crowd and managing to sneak over to you to whisper in passing your son was safe. A passing flash of your eyes over your partially masked face locked on his and he found himself stunned for a moment then shook his head and kept on moving. The Ranger with the longest dark hair coated in dirt and dust to dim its effect was soon the common calling card for those bearing daily notes and updates on your son and carrying Rangers, all of whom would always give subtle hints to the Elf King in his passes through on just where you were.

For your secrecy to remain intact he would speak to your second in command, the one always taken for as the King, always pondering just how he could find some time alone with you. Just shy of two weeks and you felt your every inch burning and tearing under the weight of the doubts and slanderous whispers from the ring hidden under your shirt while more and more Dwarves arrived by the day. Your only hope that once this next wave of orc would come soon so you could simply find the end to this seemingly endless battle ahead keeping you from destroying it. Each day passing and visit from the stunning Elf King seemed to only worsen matters. For centuries since your first brief passing glimpse of him you couldn’t help but see his face passing through your dreams, each time leaving you hungry for more.

In the passing paths of the Dwarves you caught wind of the dinner for Dwarf Lords to celebrate the reclaiming of the stronghold, a dinner you were not invited to and at the absence of all the Company from your life since winning the lands back you were certain you were not wanted there. And yet at the lingering of yet another Dwarf who had caught sight of the patch of curls free of any dust and dirt drawing him after you in a daze wishing to gain your favor to see if your eyes were just as enchanting. Steadily you moved from one job to the next, this one where you would be aiding in the transfer of the records in the rubble of one building into the waiting wagon to be taken with the reformed library.

Around the corner a familiar face arrived, Bofur in all his polished glory in his flashy robes and new seal around his necklace on a golden chain. A jaunty tune being whistled by him in his path until he halted in your next pass to the wagon. Just the sight of him was enough to make you want to cry at the flurry of thoughts the ring was sending through your mind. Bouncing on his toes Bofur halted beside you with arms crossed behind his back, “Miss Pear, I am just tickled to have found you so easily.”

You halted peering down at him after adding your crate to the wagon now being sealed up and driven off for unloading, “What could have brought you out here?”

In the distance a scowling Dwarf tasked with supervising your sector huffed and glared at you in his storming path over to what he took as a disrespectful Man, Bofur gave you a playful grin, “I only came to see if you were alright. Your little one as well. We had a dinner to celebrate the Journey’s success last night and we’d hoped to have seen you there.”

Flatly you replied, “I wasn’t invited, besides, I highly doubt any of the Dwarf Lords would enjoy my presence there. These are the finest layers I have.” You spotted the approach of the Dwarf and added, “Estel is safe in Greenwood. This fortress is no place for him and there is still an army nearing us.”

Bofur’s lips parted in shock at your answer only for him to clamp them shut when the supervisor shouted out, “You there! You get back to work and bid the Lord a proper address in your parting.”

Bowing your head deeply you flatly stated, “My apologies my Lord.” Stepping back a step before you turned to head back to the rubble while Bofur eyed your tattered and dust coated layers hearing the supervisor growl out, “My apologies My Lord, these Men have no respect for those they owe their allegiance to. It is our King allowing their kind to remain here and repair the city.” Bowing his head he uttered the proper farewell and Bofur turned with tears looming in his eyes on his hurried path back to the mountain. Though on his path he joined up with the Princes, who earlier had spotted you in the ramshackle market run by the Dwarves in charge of what little there was to offer. Doubt flooded their eyes while they watched you empty your coin purse of the whole two silver coins you had left over from your wages after rent that were passed to another Ranger so they could afford the ridiculously overpriced potatoes they required.

In the filling of another crate you missed Tauriel in her lingering at the edge of another building. Once again she had passed a note off from the King on progress from Estel and at the continued notice of you withheld pain she wished to see if she could uncover more behind he reason why. A missed dinner, the company neglecting to invite you and now the clear lack of reimbursement at all, though your final statement on your being clothed in your finest puzzled her. No doubt they would be tolerable for the company of the Dwarves you had traveled so far with, and yet the sting made sense on her ride back to the forest. A King forced into hiding, treated no better than a lowly slave, paid no better either with little to spare over the rent.

…

Bofur, “She claims she was never invited.”

Thorin’s head turned with a shocked expression while Bilbo muttered in Hobbitish about his not being surprised, “I expressly invited the Company.”

At the end of the table one of the Dwarf Lords overseeing the rebuild stated, “There were none of those Rangers listed in the official contract we have recorded as your allied forces in the act.”

His brows tightened as he fired back, “Lady Pear killed Smaug, gained us passage through Elven lands!”

The Dwarf Lord replied, “Yes, however she was not among you, neither were her Men when the stone was found.” In seeing Thorin would be locked in a battle of splitting hairs he simply growled and turned away leading Bofur and the boys to a private study nearby.

“I will see to it she is invited to the next dinner myself.” His eyes scanned over the boys and their doubtful gazes dropping to the floor, “What?”

Kili, “If she survives that long.”

Thorin raised a brow and Fili added, “We’ve seen those markets Uncle. The Tunnsgr brothers in charge of it are charging the Rangers double, even more than the few Elves that barter there, only giving fair deals to the Men of Laketown.”

Thorin, “That can’t be. I set those prices myself.”

Kili shrugged, “Either way we’ve been monitoring it.” Passing a notepad to their Uncle.

Fili, “Besides, even if they were charging your prices after the rent they’re being taxed from their wages they’ve only ten silver pieces to last half a month.”

Thorin’s eyes darkened in anger while clenching his jaw as Kili blurted out, “No wonder they’ve asked the Elf King to keep watch over their bairns. Elves wouldn’t dare let them starve.”

Thorin drew in a ragged breath and growled back, “I will fix this.”

…

Deep in the winding Elven halls Tauriel found the side of her King and bowed her head, “My King, forgive my bluntness but I doubt a dinner among Nobles would be the best suggestion.” His eyes landed on her, “I overheard your list of possible reasons for an invitation to Lady Pear.”

With a sigh he asked, “And why would you assume that?”

“The Dwarves had a dinner last night,”

“I am aware. I was not invited.”

“Neither was she.” He turned fully with lips parted, “One of the Company approached her today asking her why she did not attend, lack of invitation for one, the other she doubted her appearance would be suitable.” Thranduil raised a brow, “She mentioned what she wore to work was her finest, though Lord Elrond had mentioned gifting her Elven layers, which could possibly not be suitable for mainly being Elven.”

Thranduil groaned, “I cannot invite her to state dinners for fear of blowing her cover, I cannot issue a personal invitation to a courtship for lack of a proper introduction while I cannot request permission from Elrond to do so without first introducing myself to her!” In a growl he grabbed the cushion on his chair he hurled at the far wall then turned back to Tauriel as she cleared her throat.

Wetting her lips she suggested faintly, “Perhaps something a bit, broader.” He shifted to face her fully, “You could host an archery test, also using that as a welcoming of the relatives of the little ones to visit them. I heard the Dwarves are closing the work down day after next for a holiday of theirs. We could, conveniently separate her from the group.”

Thranduil nodded, “That might work. Something simple. I would greet all the Rangers if I have to.” Turning to his desk he began planning the event he hoped to have detailed by dinner to give his workers ample time to bring it all together.

Pt 2

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They Both Die at the End, Adam Silvera - On September 5, a little after midnight, Death-Cast calls Mateo Torrez and Rufus Emeterio to give them some bad news: They’re going to die today. Mateo and Rufus are total strangers, but, for different reasons, they’re both looking to make a new friend on their End Day. The good news: There’s an app for that. It’s called the Last Friend, and through it, Rufus and Mateo are about to meet up for one last great adventure and to live a lifetime in a single day.

Fifty Shades Darker, E. L. James - Daunted by the singular sexual tastes and dark secrets of the beautiful, tormented young entrepreneur Christian Grey, Anastasia Steele has broken off their relationship to start a new career with a Seattle publishing house. But desire for Christian still dominates her every waking thought, and when he proposes a new arrangement, Anastasia cannot resist. They rekindle their searing sensual affair, and Anastasia learns more about the harrowing past of her damaged, driven, and demanding Fifty Shades. While Christian wrestles with his inner demons, Anastasia must confront her anger and envy of the women who came before her and make the most important decision of her life.

Thirteen Reasons Why, Jay Asher - Clay Jensen returns home from school to find a strange package with his name on it lying on his porch. Inside he discovers several cassette tapes recorded by Hannah Baker–his classmate and crush–who committed suicide two weeks earlier. Hannah’s voice tells him that there are thirteen reasons why she decided to end her life. Clay is one of them. If he listens, he’ll find out why. Clay spends the night crisscrossing his town with Hannah as his guide. He becomes a firsthand witness to Hannah’s pain, and as he follows Hannah’s recorded words throughout his town, what he discovers changes his life forever.

All the Light We Cannot See, Anthony Doerr - Marie-Laure lives with her father in Paris near the Museum of Natural History, where he works as the master of its thousands of locks. When she is six, Marie-Laure goes blind and her father builds a perfect miniature of their neighborhood so she can memorize it by touch and navigate her way home. When she is twelve, the Nazis occupy Paris and father and daughter flee to the walled citadel of Saint-Malo, where Marie-Laure’s reclusive great-uncle lives in a tall house by the sea. With them they carry what might be the museum’s most valuable and dangerous jewel. In a mining town in Germany, the orphan Werner grows up with his younger sister, enchanted by a crude radio they find. Werner becomes an expert at building and fixing these crucial new instruments, a talent that wins him a place at a brutal academy for Hitler Youth, then a special assignment to track the resistance. More and more aware of the human cost of his intelligence, Werner travels through the heart of the war and, finally, into Saint-Malo, where his story and Marie-Laure’s converge.

Fangirl, Rainbow Rowell - Cath is a Simon Snow fan. Okay, the whole world is a Simon Snow fan… But for Cath, being a fan is her life—and she’s really good at it. She and her twin sister, Wren, ensconced themselves in the Simon Snow series when they were just kids; it’s what got them through their mother leaving. Reading. Rereading. Hanging out in Simon Snow forums, writing Simon Snow fan fiction, dressing up like the characters for every movie premiere. Cath’s sister has mostly grown away from fandom, but Cath can’t let go. She doesn’t want to. Now that they’re going to college, Wren has told Cath she doesn’t want to be roommates. Cath is on her own, completely outside of her comfort zone. She’s got a surly roommate with a charming, always-around boyfriend, a fiction-writing professor who thinks fan fiction is the end of the civilized world, a handsome classmate who only wants to talk about words… And she can’t stop worrying about her dad, who’s loving and fragile and has never really been alone. For Cath, the question is: Can she do this? Can she make it without Wren holding her hand? Is she ready to start living her own life? Writing her own stories?

The Fault in Our Stars, John Green - Despite the tumor-shrinking medical miracle that has bought her a few years, Hazel has never been anything but terminal, her final chapter inscribed upon diagnosis. But when a gorgeous plot twist named Augustus Waters suddenly appears at Cancer Kid Support Group, Hazel’s story is about to be completely rewritten.

Shadow and Bone, Leigh Bardugo - Surrounded by enemies, the once-great nation of Ravka has been torn in two by the Shadow Fold, a swath of near impenetrable darkness crawling with monsters who feast on human flesh. Now its fate may rest on the shoulders of one lonely refugee. Alina Starkov has never been good at anything. But when her regiment is attacked on the Fold and her best friend is brutally injured, Alina reveals a dormant power that saves his life—a power that could be the key to setting her war-ravaged country free. Wrenched from everything she knows, Alina is whisked away to the royal court to be trained as a member of the Grisha, the magical elite led by the mysterious Darkling. Yet nothing in this lavish world is what it seems. With darkness looming and an entire kingdom depending on her untamed power, Alina will have to confront the secrets of the Grisha . . . and the secrets of her heart.

Cress, Marissa Meyer - In this third book in the Lunar Chronicles, Cinder and Captain Thorne are fugitives on the run, now with Scarlet and Wolf in tow. Together, they're plotting to overthrow Queen Levana and her army. Their best hope lies with Cress, a girl imprisoned on a satellite since childhood who's only ever had her netscreens as company. All that screen time has made Cress an excellent hacker. Unfortunately, she's just received orders from Levana to track down Cinder and her handsome accomplice. When a daring rescue of Cress goes awry, the group is separated. Cress finally has her freedom, but it comes at a higher price. Meanwhile, Queen Levana will let nothing prevent her marriage to Emperor Kai. Cress, Scarlet, and Cinder may not have signed up to save the world, but they may be the only hope the world has.

Winter, Marissa Meyer - Princess Winter is admired by the Lunar people for her grace and kindness, and despite the scars that mark her face, her beauty is said to be even more breathtaking than that of her stepmother, Queen Levana. Winter despises her stepmother, and knows Levana won't approve of her feelings for her childhood friend--the handsome palace guard, Jacin. But Winter isn't as weak as Levana believes her to be and she's been undermining her stepmother's wishes for years. Together with the cyborg mechanic, Cinder, and her allies, Winter might even have the power to launch a revolution and win a war that's been raging for far too long. Can Cinder, Scarlet, Cress, and Winter defeat Levana and find their happily ever afters? Fans will not want to miss this thrilling conclusion to Marissa Meyer's national bestselling Lunar Chronicles series.

Hard Time, C.F. White - After Micky O’Neill is remanded in custody for breaching his court order, his already tempestuous relationship with Dan Peters is tested to the limits. Having to battle their way through a court case that could end with Micky in jail, social workers breaking up the family home, and the return of Micky’s deadbeat father, it seems everything is set to destroy their relationship before it even had the chance to start. With such high stakes involved, not just for Micky but for once-burned, twice-shy Dan, they both have to learn that falling in love isn’t always responsible.

Stalking Jack the Ripper, Kerri Maniscalco - Seventeen-year-old Audrey Rose Wadsworth was born a lord's daughter, with a life of wealth and privilege stretched out before her. But between the social teas and silk dress fittings, she leads a forbidden secret life. Against her stern father's wishes and society's expectations, Audrey often slips away to her uncle's laboratory to study the gruesome practice of forensic medicine. When her work on a string of savagely killed corpses drags Audrey into the investigation of a serial murderer, her search for answers brings her close to her own sheltered world.

History is All You Left Me, Adam Silvera - From the New York Times bestselling author of More Happy Than Not comes an explosive examination of grief, mental illness, and the devastating consequences of refusing to let go of the past. When Griffin's first love and ex-boyfriend, Theo, dies in a drowning accident, his universe implodes. Even though Theo had moved to California for college and started seeing Jackson, Griffin never doubted Theo would come back to him when the time was right. But now, the future he's been imagining for himself has gone far off course. To make things worse, the only person who truly understands his heartache is Jackson. But no matter how much they open up to each other, Griffin's downward spiral continues. He's losing himself in his obsessive compulsions and destructive choices, and the secrets he's been keeping are tearing him apart. If Griffin is ever to rebuild his future, he must first confront his history, every last heartbreaking piece in the puzzle of his life

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