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Poems and Tales of Middle-Earth:
(illustrations by Alan Lee) |
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Elvish song of the Blessed Realm:
"A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-díriel
O galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, sí nef aearon!"
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voice in Boromir's dream:
"Seek for the Sword that was broken:
In Imladris it dwells;
There shall be counsels taken
Stronger than Morgul-spells.
There shall be shown a token
That Doom is near at hand,
For Isildur's Bane shall waken,
And the Halfling forth shall stand."
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The Fall of Gil-galad:
"Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.
But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.
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The Lord of the Rings
Part I. The Fellowship of the Ring
Quotes from Tolkien's Novel
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| Rivendell: Many Meetings. |
'You were in gravest peril while you wore the Ring, for then you were half in the
wraith-world yourself, and they might have seized you. You could see them, and they could see you. [Their horses] are real horses; just as the
black robes are real robes that they wear to give shape to their nothingness when they have dealings with the livings.' (Gandalf) |
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"The Elven-wise, lords of the Eldar from betond the furthest seas [...] do not fear
the Ringwraiths, for those who have dwelt in the Blessed Realm live at once in both worlds, and against both the Seen
and the Unseen they have great power.' (Gandalf) |
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"Gandalf moved his chair to the bedside, and took a good look at Frodo. The colour
had come back to his face, and his eyes were clear, and fully awake and aware. He was smiling, and there seemed to be
little wrong with him. But to the wizard's eye there was a faint change, just a hint as it were of transparency,
about him, and especially about the left hand that lay outside upon the coverlet.
'Still, that must be expected,' said Gandalf to himself. 'He is not half through it yet, and to what he will come
in the end not even Elrond can foretell. Not to evil, I think. He may become like a glass filled with a clear light
for eyes to see that can.' " |
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"So it was that Frodo saw her whom few mortals had yet seen; Arwen, daughter of Elrond,
in whom it was said that the likeness of Lúthien had come on earth again; and she was called Undómiel, for
she was the Evenstar of her people. Long she had been in the land of her mother's kin, in Lórien beyond the
mountains, and was but lately returned to Rivendell to her father's house. But her brothers, Elladan and Elrohir, were
out upon errantry: for they rode often far afield with the Rangers of the North, forgetting never their mother's torment
in the dens of the orcs." |
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"Bilbo put out his hand. But Frodo quickly drew back the Ring. To his distress and
amazement he found that he was no longer looking at Bilbo; a shadow seemed to have fallen between them, and through it he
found himself eyeing a little wrinkled creature with a hungry face and bony groping hands. He felt a desire to strike him.
The music and singing round them seemed to falter, and a silence fell. Bilbo looked quickly at Frodo's face and passed
his hand across his eyes. 'I understand now,' he said. 'Put it away! I am sorry: sorry you have come in for this burden:
sorry about everything.' [...] Frodo hid the Ring away, and the shadow passed leaving hardly a shred of memory. The
light and music of Rivendell was about him again." |
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"At first the beauty of the melodies and of the interwoven words in elven-tongues,
even though he understood them little, held him in a spell, as soon as he began to attend to them. Almost it seemed that the
words took shape, and visions of far lands and bright things that he had never yet imagined opened out before him; and the
firelit hall became like a golden mist above seas of foam that sighed upon the margins of the world. Then the enchantment
became more and more dreamlike, until he felt that an endless river of swelling gold and silver was flowing over him, too
multitudinous for its pattern to be comprehended; it became part of the throbbing air about him, and it drenched and
drowned him. Swiftly he sank under its shining weight into a deep realm of sleep.
There he wandered long in a dream of music that turned into running water, and then suddenly into a voice." |
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'It is difficult to keep awake here, until you get used to it,' said Bilbo.
'Not that hobbits would ever acquire quite the elvish appetite for music and poetry and
tales. They seem to like them as much as food, or more.' (Bilbo) |
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