Clap! Snap! the black crack!Grip, grab! Pinch, nab!And down down to Goblin-town You go, my lad!Clash, crash! Crush, smash!Hammer and tongs! Knocker and gongs!Pound, pound, far underground! Ho, ho! my...
But the helm of her secrecy had fallen from her, and her bright hair, released from its bonds, gleamed with pale gold upon her shoulders. Her eyes grey as the sea were hard and fell, and yet tears wer...
But I suppose it’s often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo: adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories w...
And sometimes you didn't want to know the end… because how could the end be happy?
Although now long estranged,Man is not wholly lost nor wholly changed.Dis-graced he may be, yet is not de-throned,and keeps the rags of lordship once he owned:Man, Sub-creator, the refracted Lightthro...
All about the hills the hosts of Mordor raged. The Captains of the West were foundering in a gathering sea. The sun gleamed red, and under the wings of the Nazgul the shadows of death fell dark upon t...
I have found that it is the small everyday deed of ordinary folks that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love." ~ Gandalf (J. R. R. Tolkein ~ The Hobbit)
grows like a seed in the dark out of the leaf-mould of the mind: out of all that has been seen or thought or read, that has long ago been forgotten, descending into the deeps.
I wisely started with a map.
¿Dónde has ido, si puedo preguntártelo? —dijo Thorin a Gandalf mientras cabalgaban.A mirar adelante —respondió Gandalf.¿Y qué te hizo volver en el momento preciso?Mirar hacia atrás.
¡Mi armadura es como diez escudos, mis dientes son espadas, mis garras lanzas, mi cola un rayo, mis alas un huracán, y mi aliento muerte!
Wandering in the summer in the woods of Neldoreth [Beren] came upon Lúthien, daughter of Thingol and Melian, at a time of evening under moonrise, as she danced upon the unfading grass in the glades be...
The spirit of wickedness in high places is now so powerful and many-headed in its incarnations that there seems nothing more to do than personally refuse to worship any of the hydras' heads.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire
His old life lay behind in the mists, dark adventure lay in front.
Even as he took her hand and kissed it, he fell into sleep. Then a great beauty was revealed in him, so that all who after came there looked on him in wonder; for they saw that the grace of his youth,...
Ent. When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is inthe bough;When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind ison the brow;When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen themountain-air,Come b...
And they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness.
Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost; her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a clo...
Yet it is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who...