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Схуяли он бессмертный? Он человек, и стареет как человек. Беорн скинченджер это его имя из книги блядь.

Как же ты меня заебал, я читал ВК и Хоббита в оригинале, а ты сучара начитался хуй пойми каких фанфиков Перумова и несешь какую-то залупу про ниндингов, ну не дегенерат ли ты?

Вот, тут говорится что принятие облика медведя, это чары Беорна, и то что он наследник первых людей (типа его племя не смешивалось с другими и чтило кровные узы и дошло аж до 3й эпохи, хули не понятного)

"Yes it certainly is! No I could not! And I was explaining very carefully," answered the
wizard crossly. "If you must know more, his name is
Beorn. He is very strong, and he is a skin-changer."
"What! a furrier, a man that calls rabbits conies, when he doesn't turn their skins into
squirrels?" asked Bilbo.
"Good gracious heavens, no, no, NO, NO!" said Gandalf. "Don't be a fool Mr. Baggins if
you can help it; and in the name of all wonder don't mention the word furrier again as
long as you are within a hundred miles of his house, nor, rug, cape, tippet, muff, nor any
other such unfortunate word! He is a skin-changer. He changes his skin; sometimes he
is a huge black bear, sometimes he is a great strong black-haired man with huge arms
and a great beard. I cannot tell you much more, though that ought to be enough. Some
say that he is a bear descended from the great and ancient bears of the mountains that
lived there before the giants came. Others say that he is a man descended from the first
men who lived before Smaug or the other dragons came into this part of the world, and
before the goblins came into the hills out of the North. I cannot say, though I fancy the
last is the true tale. He is not the sort of person to ask questions of.
"At any rate he is under no enchantment but his own. He lives in an oakwood and has a
great wooden house; and as a man he keeps cattle and horses which are nearly is
marvellous as himself. They work for him and talk to him.
He does not eat them; neither does he hunt or eat wild animals. He keeps hives and
hives of great fierce bees, and lives most on cream and honey. As a bear he ranges far
and wide. I once saw him sitting all alone on the top of the Carrock at night watching the
moon sinking towards the Misty Mountains, and I heard him growl in the tongue of bears;
'The day will come when they will perish and I shall go back!' That is why I believe he
once came from the mountains himself."