One of the things about carving is how it lets your mind and your imagination run free. Whatever imaginable can pop into your head. Like today; had not the great Theoden, son of thengel, King of Rohan, been killed at the battle of Minas Thirit, would he not have spent his retirement sitting in the great hall of Medoras, carving spoons? I, Gandalf the white, would sit beside him. Because it is a great joy to see the men and women of Gondor carving. After all, it is what they do best.