OK, anyone whose seen Clerks 2, saw the part where they are debating which is better StarWars, or LotR... I thought the best way to settle it was pitting Ewoks against Hobbits.... ((lets not worry about Yoda vs Gandalf, or Vader vs. Saruman and let the little guys settle it))

Set up the scenario, through some form of magic or galactic fusion Endor had merged with Middle Earth, the Shire and the Ewok forest are now side by side, but neither race accepts the "invaders" and battle is brewing...
What will the outcome be, will the halflings triumph? or will the teddy bear people have there day?

Some facts to consider...

Hobbits are obviously more fortified and less offensive, living underground and such. They are perhaps hardier than their foes as well and more advanced in their technology. In the past hobbits have dealt with war, even against the Witch King and his minions, showing great resistance to evil and corruption, and possessing an almost elvish integrity.

Ewoks are perhaps more primitive, but show a great deal of ingenuity. Living in the trees would put them out of reach and also give them an edge in ranged combat, which they seem to depend on. They show tribal unity, despite their lack of advanced weaponry, this is probably their most powerful tool in combat, allowing them to take on the ranks of the Empire itself.

Winner takes all, who do you think is coming out on this one?

LOL! That's an original idea for a post. (I would say knowing that both Ewoks and Halflings love to party, they would end up having a few pints together and forgetting all about the war.) But if I had to choose, I would say the Halflings would win, the Ewoks are too primitive.

Ewoks are some of the worst characters ever created. Period.

I vote for the little guy!

Halfling's

Now WTF is an Ewok???????

Oh, come on, you turkey, you've never watched Return of the Jedi? Never? I think you are just pulling our legs. LOL

No I've never watched any of the star wars movies and never EVER will........WORST MOVIES EVER (IMO) LOL I'm sorry but yoda just buggs the fudge outa me, and so the the clone thingies, and darth vader's breathing problem makes me want to punch him.

The Ewoks were a massive disappointment to me in Star Wars, I got the impression they were kind of there for comedy relief for audiences who weren't necessarily interested in other story elements ie the girlfriend going with her sci-fi obsessed boyfriend can laugh at the creatures that look like teddy bears and make stupid noises.

Well, the Ewoks managed to take down "an entire legion of the Emperor's best troops" with nothing but their tribal weapons. That's pretty hardcore. And if you've ever seen any of the Ewok adventures, they are pretty destructive there also (their Shaman's got some voodoo hoodoo going). However, this is based on home-field advantage. Outside the forest of Endor, I think the Ewoks would be clueless........

edit: if you don't mind, I'm going to copy this opening post and paste it on the forum of a Star Wars group to which I belong. I think this might be an interesting question for them to look at

They destroyed a walker with trees.

Pfft, I do that like every day.

To be fair, it was just a Scout Transport, not the all-powerful AT-AT (the only real Imperial Walker I'm willing to accept)

It's all part of home-field advantage. Presumably the Ewoks used this trap to take down the many large predatory animals that live on Endor, but it just so happened to make a good trap for the AT-ST also........

I dont mind at all. I guess it would really be a question of who attacked who

I'd have to say Ewoks, they got their sh*t together, unlike the ol hobbits, they'd have no idea what to do, however they might come out on top if this was AFTER the war of the ring (since most had already experinced battle) or during the time of Bullroarer.

LOL, OK.

See what I mean? Good.

LOL, where did you find that? Good one!

Well, same place I find everything........google image search.

You know, my sis and I were putting the exact same words into the Google Image Search, and we were getting different images. I wanted her to see the pic I was looking at, and it didn't come up for her. Really weird.

Your sister lives in the U.S. doesn't she?

nope. across town. but we do have different internet providers if that would have anything to do with it. I didn't believe her, so when I went to her house I looked the things up and got different pictures than at my place.

Oh......damn it. The one time I'm about to be smart and figure something out, my theory all falls apart. Well then I have absolutely no idea.

WAIT!!!!

You must have had different filter options enabled. Or maybe one of your filters wasn't enabled at all.

Yeah, could be, otherwise, it is really weird.

Ok, geek alert, but I am shocked at how shoddy those costumes are. There are so many quality Stormtrooper outfits that you can get, I'm surprised they can bear to be seen in them. I'll post pics of mine when I've finished making it, you'll see the difference

Sorry, back to the topic - The Battle for Middle Endor

That would have been the perfect name for this topic. Seems like the Ewoks are coming out on top of this one

If Hobbits are capable of surviving encounters with the Nazgul I'm sure some Ewoks wouldn't be too much of a worry. I mean let's not forget, Ewok's are only angry little Poke'mon-esque creatures where as the Nazgul is like the most evil of characters in anything ever.

It's a tough call. The Hobbits have better Tech, but are less prepared. I'd expect they'd win, after a large initial loss inflicted by the Ewoks.

From the unauthorized, unverified, previously unknown work of J. P. Tolkin (J. R. R.'s unknown and lessor cousin and hack writer.)

It was a sunny day in Middle Earth when Dodo Baggins Hairytoes-Gamgee went down to inspect his garden. Dodo was the great-great-great-grandy nephew in name only of Frodo Baggins his great-great-great-grandy uncle in name only. Dodo's claim to the estate, or his family's line, could be traced back to the eldest child of Samwise Gamgee and his lovely bride Rosie (Hairytoes) Gamgee, (which they later hypenated to Hairytoes-Gamgee) they named their eldest child Grodo after Sam's benefactor Frodo who had left everything of his to Sam before he departed Hobbiton to go with Bilbo to the Westernland. Grodo in time married and had as his heir Hodo, Hodo had Iddo in his turn had sired Modo who was Dodo's father.

Now Dodo was normal in all ways from his appearance to his manners, he was so remarkably average there was nothing to remark on and this pleased him and his neighbor just fine, Hobbits didn't like things out of the ordinary plus it had taken a couple of generations for all that 'ring' business to die down not that anyone believed it anyway.
"Wizards nonsense!" were the whispers his great-great-great-grandypa Sam used to hear behind his back when he tried to tell the stories of his adventures down at the pub-house but, those kind of thoughts were far from Dodo's mind as he went to check his garden. The only thing on Dodo's mind was his prize pumpkins that he was growing for the fair.

Everyday Dodo made the familiar trek down to the garden to feed, water, weed, prune and measure his pumpkins. He had one particular favorite that he was watching with interest. This particular pumpkin had been growing with, "great, no remarkable even exceptional speed and vigor," he mentally corrected himself as he fondled the tape measure in his pocket. For some reason when he found the old coat of his family's benefactor he had taken a liking to it. Sure it was worn and tattered as though it had been through the terrible adventure that his great-great-great-grandypa had told or even the story in the book that he had found written by Frodo and Bilbo but, he was a practical hobbit and didn't believe it. When he had found the coat earlier that spring when he was cleaning out the hobbit hole, he saw no need that a good coat should be wasted hidden away in a trunk and decided that with a few patches it would be sound enough to garden in. He didn't know why no one had never thought, or he himself for that matter, to wear it. It had lots of pockets to store things away in and there was a particularly nice one that seemed to have been put in after the garment was made that his tape measure fit perfectly into when it was rolled up. "No they just don't make coats like this anymore," Dodo thought to himself.

When Dodo got to the pumpkin patch he was upset that the gate was open. Now Dodo knew that he had latched the gate when he left yesterday so why was it open? Cautiously, he entered into the patch hoping to catch Franny Bumbleshins-Mudtrotter (it seemed that hyphenating names had gotten popular and was not isolated to his family) whom he had long suspected of sabotage. Franny Bumbleshins-Mudtrotter's pumpkins had been the uncontested winner for several years running and it was rumored that she made sure of it. Furious at the thought of another hobbit cheating Dodo crept up to the row where his prize pumpkin grew and was quite unprepared for the sight that caused his breath to catch in his throat, there around the pumpkin vines were curious looking little furry beings. He watched in mute fascination at their frantic scurrying; he thought at first they were some form of rodent until he noticed that they carried small spears, wore some kind of basic clothing all the while jibber jabbering in some strange way that must have been a crude form of speech. One of the little creatures kept making a noise that sounded like 'E-wok', or so Dodo thought as he wondered what sort of fantastic creatures these were. He had grown comfortable watching them as they looked around the pumpkin patch sniffing and talking in their strange way. Dodo was becoming more amused by the moment but when one of them took their spear and poked at one of the pumpkins all thoughts of amusement left him.

"See here! you rascals!" Dodo roared as the tiny creatures scattered and hid among the rows of corn and beans. No longer enthralled by the creatures Dodo made a closer inspection of the garden and saw these things (what ever they were) had almost made a shambles of his garden.

There were plants everywhere and numerous tiny bite marks in his prize pumpkin. "Why the little devils!" Dodo choked on the rage that swelled within him as he thought of all his hard work gone in a few moments of their mindless orgy of destruction.

Furious and muttering to himself he swiftly went back up the path to the hobbit hole, rounded up a few things then went back to the garden.

A tall thin figure dressed all in white drove his cart along the cobbled street of Hobbiton. The hobbits were doubly excited for it had been a long time since a tall one had come to Hobbiton. He pushed his cowl back to reveal a careworn face that wasn't entirely devoid of humor yet some of the care was stealing back as he looked with kindness on the hobbits, the hobbits struggled to look without looking at the stranger in their midst all the while carrying on with their harvest festivities. Finally the tall one spoke and scared several of the youngsters thronging round his cart and two of them began to howl and several ran for cover but a few brave ones decided to stay and see what the stranger wanted.
"Excuse me," he said to one of the youths. "Could you tell me the whereabouts of the heir of Samwise Gamgee?"
"What?" said the youth.
"The heir of Samwise Gamgee, where is he?" The stranger asked again.
"Huh?" replied the youth.
The stranger looked around and saw a familiar home and said more softly, "where is the person who lives there?"
"Oh! You mean Dodo Baggins Hairytoes-Gamgee."
"Yes," the stranger smiled at the hobbit youth. "I suppose that is who I mean."
"He's at the fair," the youth replied.
"How can I recognize him?"
Now this was the first time that not being remarkable in anyway was finally a burden to the hobbits, for they had no particular way to differentiate Dodo from the countless other hobbits.
The youths sat and scratched their head and tried to puzzle out an answer, a couple even opened their mouth to speak then closed it again then looked blankly at the stranger.
"I'll just see if I can find him myself," the man said and got down from the cart. The man looked around and finally spotted Dodo and smiled.
"Dodo Baggins Hairytoe-Gamgee?" The tall thin stranger asked.
"Yes," replied Dodo looking up into the face of the tall stranger. Dodo had a moment of panic and felt himself very much the center of attention. In most cases that would be fine but Dodo had the feeling that this wasn't the kind of attention that a hobbit would want and wondered who this tall man was.
"Let me introduce myself," the man said as if on cue. "I am Gandalf," he said as though it explained everything.
"Yes, well good to meet you, Gandalf." Dodo said although he wasn't pleased and it showed plainly on his face. This made Gandalf chuckle. "What can I do for you?" He asked while frantically stirring something in a large pot.
"May I speak with you a few moments in private?" Gandalf asked him.
Not wanting the townsfolk to get the wrong idea about him Dodo said, "anything you need to say to me can be said here," and turned to look as several of the hobbits quickly averted their gages to inspect what ever was conveniently at hand, including their dirty nails.
"Dodo I think it would be better if we went and had a nice cup of tea and chatted in private." Gandalf said so low that those straining to hear had much difficulty in figuring out what was said.
"Very well," Dodo said tiredly. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to discourage this stranger Gandalf and the quicker he found out what this man was talking about the quicker he would leave the shire. He gestured to one of the hobbits and said, "here take over the stirring of this and make sure it doesn't scorch."

A few moments later they were at Dodo's home with a kettle pleasantly bubbling over the fire while Dodo prepare a few choice delicacies for them to nibble on.
After tea was set Gandalf began. "Dodo, I need to ask you a few questions. First, do you know who I am?"
"You said your name was Gandalf." Dodo answered.
"Yes, but have you ever heard that name before?"
Dodo thought as long and hard as any hobbit could and finally remembered where he had heard the name before but he had never heard it spoken aloud. "Gandalf, why you don't mean? I've only read the name in the books that this coat was wrapped around. You mean to tell me there was some truth to all those old tales?"
"Yes, Dodo there was." Gandalf replied.
"So what do you want with me? The evil was purged from the land according to the books and you, Frodo and Bilbo went into the Western lands."
"Yes but even in the Westernland we've felt the ripple of the old evil stirring again."
"What?!" Dodo hissed excitedly.
"That is why I came back."
"So what does this have to do with me?" Dodo asked.
"Well," Gandalf said. He had just taken a bite of the tea cookie and setting it down followed by a sip of tea and once his palate was cleansed he began. "I have felt the energies of the nameless one stirring again in this world. I have traced the energies here to the Shire and to you." He said and his eyes seemed to glow with an inner light while and his body grow until Dodo thought that it might possibly fill every nook and cranny in the little home. But just as quickly as it happened the feeling left.
"Ok," Dodo said blankly.
Somewhat perturbed Gandalf continued. "Has anything out of the ordinary happened lately?"
Dodo thought and the only thing that he could think of was the curious little Ewoks (as he had started calling them) and so he disclosed this to Gandalf.
Gandalf told him to take off the coat and inspected it. "Just as I thought," he muttered darkly to himself. "Dodo you know the story of the ring. It doesn't matter if you believe it or not but one of the powers that the ring had was to extend the life of the wearer. It seems somehow this power was also transferred to the coat. Didn't you think it remarkable that a coat belonging to your great-great-great-grandy uncle in name only, should still be around and not long faded to dust?"
"I just thought that they made garments better back then." Dodo replied dully.
"Well things were built better but not that good." Gandalf said tartly. "I suspect that every time you measured your pumpkins a bit of the dust accumulated in the pocket of this coat somehow caused the pumpkins to grow to an enormous size and imbibed the ground with a little bit of magic until somehow a cross dimensional rip took place and allowed the Ewoks, as you so charmingly call them, to enter into this realm. They mustn't remain here."
"Well I don't think that there is going to be any problem about that." Dodo replied.
"Why not?" Gandalf asked.
"Well, once I saw that they had destroyed my garden I trapped all of them and being a practical hobbit I decided to make a stew out of them and entered that in the fair."
Gandalf looking somewhat sickened by the idea told Dodo, "very well. I shall just take the books and the jacket to ensure that no further mischief comes from these and be on my way."

The End.
This is my take on a hobbit vs Ewok encounter.
Hobbits rule! Bwhahahahaha,
Mabon.

I quite agree

This one though, well let me say this: THE EWOKS BEAT THE 501st LEGION!! VADER'S FIST!!

i highly doubt the hobbits could defeat Vader's best legion of stormtroopers carrying blaster rifles THE EWOKS TOOK DOWN AN IMPERIAL WALKER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!! LETS SEE A HOBBIT DO THAT

great story