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Poems and Tales of Middle-Earth:
(illustrations by Alan Lee) |
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Elven song:
"Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear!
O Queen beyond the Western Seas!
O Light to us that wander here
Amid the world of woven trees!
Gilthoniel! O Elbereth!
Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath!
Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee
In a far land beyond the Sea.
O stars that in the Sunless Year!
With shining hand by her were sown,
In windy fields now bright and clear
We see your silver blossom blown!
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees,
Thy starlight on the Western Seas."
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Bilbo's bath song sung by Pippin:
"Sing hey! For the bath at close of day
that washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing:
O! Water Hot is a noble thing!
O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain,
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better than rain or rippling streams
Is Water Hot that smokes and steams.
O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
But better is Beer, if drink we lack,
And Water Hot poured down the back.
O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!"
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Merry and Pippin's song
"Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away ere break of day
Far over wood and mountain tall.
To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell,
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
And whither then we cannot tell.
With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.
We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!"
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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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"Away eastward the sun was rising red out of the mists that lay thick on the world.
Touched with gold and red the autumn trees seemed to be sailing rootless in a shadowy sea." |
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"Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo,
a star shines on the hour of our meeting."
(High Elven speech greeting) |
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'But it is not your own Shire,' said Gildor. 'Others dwelt here before hobbits were; and
others will dwell here again when hobbits are no more. The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot
for ever fence it out.' |
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" Gildor was silent for a moment. 'I do not like this news,' he said at last. 'That
Gandalf should be late, does not bode well. But it is said: Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are
subtle and quick to anger. The choice is yours: to go or to wait.'
'And it is also said,' answered Frodo: 'Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both no and yes.'
'Is it indeed?' laughed Gildor. 'Elves selsdom give unguarded advice, for advice is a dangerous gift, even from the
wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill. [...] The Elves have their own labours, and their own sorrows, and they
are little concerned with the ways of hobbits, or of any other creatures upon earth. Our paths cross theirs selsdom,
by chance or purpose. In this meeting, there may be more than chance; but the purpose is not clear to me, and I fear to
say too much.' " |
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'No! I could not!' he [Frodo] said to himself. 'It is one thing to take my young friends walking
over the Shire with me, until we are hungry and weary, and food and bed are sweet. To take them into exile, where hunger and
weariness may have no cure, is quite another - even if they are willing to come. The inheritance is mine alone. I don't think
I ought even to take Sam.' He looked at Sam Gamgee, and discovered that Sam was watching him. |
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'Don't you leave him! they said to me. Leave him? I said. I never
mean to. I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon, and if any of those Black Riders try to stop him, they'll have
Sam Gamgee to reckon with, I said. They laughed.' (Sam)
'Who are they, and what are you talking about?' (Frodo)
'The Elves, sir. [...] They are quite different from what I expected - so old and young, and so gay and sad, as it
were.' (Sam) |
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"They stopped short suddenly. Frodo sprang to his feet. A long-drawn wail came
down the wind, like the cry of some evil and lonely creature. It rose and fell, and ended on a high piercing note. Even as they
sat and stood, as if suddenly frozen, it was answered by another cry, fainter and further off, but no less chilling to
the blood. There was then a silence, broken only by the sound of the wind in the leaves." |
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'You do not understand!' said Pippin. 'You must go - and therefore we must, too.
Merry and I are coming with you. Sam is an excellent fellow, and would jump down a dragon's throat to save you, if
he did not trip over his own feet; but you will need more than one companion in your dangerous adventure.' |
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