I recently helped to organize the Tolkien Society’s first ever event in the United States: Westmoot.
I was the deputy chair of the event and had many responsibilities, one of which was speaking at different points during the proceedings.
I gave the closing address for the event, and I was asked to publish the text in some format, so I decided to post it here so that it could be share or reread by those interested.
I chose to create my remarks the day of the closing ceremony because I wanted the speech to reflect what happened at Westmoot and to feel authentic and applicable for the attendees.
Below, I have typed the remarks for ease of reading. I also thought it might be interesting to include the pictures of the manuscript that I created very hurriedly while sitting at a table in the middle of the event, so those are below as well.
I am sorry.
I am sorry that we cannot keep you here, that we cannot make this moment last, cannot change the world to be exactly like the community you find here.
We have been able to provide escape for far too short a time. Not the escape from the world, that weaponized claim, that critics have used against nerds, geeks, or anyone outside of the norm for generations. To paraphrase Terry Pratchett’s Tiffany Aching, we are not running from. We are running to. Running to community, running to belonging, running to understanding.
I am sorry that this has to end.
For a brief moment, we have been able to recover a clear view of what is most important. To paraphrase Ursula Le Guin ’s introduction to Left Hand of Darkness, science fiction (and I would add fantasy) is never about a different world. It is always a metaphor for this world, this time, here, now.
I am sorry that these glimpses into our favorite works, enabled by the mingling, clashing, merging, confronting of opinions and perspectives, are coming to a close. I am grateful to Will Sherwood for reminding us in the welcome ceremony that this was the point of the weekend.
I want to thank each of you for making this a very special occasion. I have had so many meaningful interactions and have learned so much. I want to thank our rangers whose tireless efforts have made this weekend the success it was. I want to thank all of our presenters for sharing their ideas. I want to thank Anna Smol, Donato Giancola, and Janet Brennan Croft for presentations that will shape the way I look at Tolkien’s work in the future. I want to thank the Tolkien Society for having the courage to try new things and I encourage them to keep reaching out to those groups who are still too underrepresented among us. Finally, I want to thank Asli, whose vision and determination made this possible.
As we leave today, I want to challenge us all to remember the message from last night’s keynote: the solution to our problems is not in fighting, but in compassion and friendship. We should strive to be like Faramir and love not the sword and the shield, but that which they protect.
Not far from this spot grows a young tree that many of you passed each day as you walked to the venue. It is easy to miss, but we will honor it when we process out here in a moment. It is a special tree. It is an international tree of peace; one of many planted across the world. It is planted as a sign to the commitment to developing “peace and friendship at the international level.” But it is so easy to miss.
This challenge of mine is like that tree. It is easy to overlook, to walk right past. But I encourage you to hold it tight. Such a commitment allows us to be the eucatastrophe for the people we meet in our lives.
I am sorry that I have waffled on for far too long, but three days is not long enough to spend with such excellent and admirable hobbits.
I wish you all safe travels and many happy returns to future Westmoots.




