Then Frodo stirred and spoke with a clear voice, indeed with a voice clearer and more powerful than Sam had ever heard him use, and it rose above the throb and turmoil of Mount Doom, ringing in the ro...
When people dis fantasy—mainstream readers and SF readers alike—they are almost always talking about one sub-genre of fantastic literature. They are talking about , and Tolkien's innumerable heirs. Ca...
His love for Frodo rose above all other thoughts, and forgetting his peril he cried aloud: 'I'm coming, Mr. Frodo!'He ran forward to the climbing path, and over it. At once the road lurned left and pl...
Gandalf!' cried Frodo, sitting up. There was the old wizard, sitting in a chair by an open window.'Yes,' he said, 'I am here. And you are lucky to be here, too, after all the absurd things you have do...
For Tolkien, Catholicism was not an opinion to which one subscribed but a reality to which one submitted. Quite simply, pseudo-psychology aside, Tolkien remained a Catholic for the simple if disarming...
As they sang the hobbit felt in love of beautiful things made by hands and by cunning and by magic moving through him, a fierce and a jealous love, the desire of the hearts of dwarves.
I have more need of thought than of sleep.
The sound of her footsteps was like a stream falling gently downhill over cool stones in the quiet of night.
A few melancholy birds were pipping and wailing, until the round red sun sank slowly into the western shadows; then an empty silence fell
In her hand she held a harp, and she sang. Sad and sweet was the sound of her voice in the cool clear air.
Boromir was a valiant member of our Company,' said Frodo at length. 'Yes, I was his friend, for my part
On his brow sat wisdom, and in his hand was strength.
I am commanded to go to the land of Mordor, and therefore I shall go,' said Frodo. 'If there is only one way, then I must take it. What comes after must come.
The Fellowship of the Ring is like lightning from a clear sky. . . To say that in it heroic romance, gorgeous, eloquent, and unashamed, has suddenly returned at a period almost pathological in its ant...
Fantasy remains a human right: we make in our measure and in our derivative mode, because we are made: and not only made, but made in the image and likeness of a Maker.
In the stern sat Aragon son of Arathorn, proud and erect, guiding the boat with skilful strokes; his hood was cast back, and his dark hair was blowing in the wind, a light was in his eyes: a king retu...
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