|Poems and Tales of Middle-Earth:
(illustrations by Alan Lee)
Song for Lúthien Tinúviel:
"The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinúviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment was glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came.
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinúviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless."
|The Lord of the Rings
Part I. The Fellowship of the Ring
Quotes from Tolkien's Novel
" 'I am being eaten alive!' cried Pippin. 'Midgewater! There are more midges than
'What do they live on when they can't get hobbit?' asked Sam, scratching his neck."
"All that day they plodded along, until the cold and early evening came down. The land
became drier and more barren; but mists and vapours lay behind them on the marshes. A few melancholy birds were piping and
wailing, until the round red sun sank slowly into the western shadows; then an empty silence fell. The hobbits thought of the
soft light of sunset glancing through the cheerful windows of Bag End far away."
illustration by Ted Nasmith
"In that lonely place Frodo for the first time fully realised his homelessness and danger.
He wished bitterly that his fortune had left him in the quiet and beloved Shire. He stared down at the hateful Road,
leading back westwards - to his home."
'The Riders [...] do not see the world of light as we do, but our shapes cast
shadows in their minds, which only the noon sun destroys; and in the dark they perceive many signs and forms that are
hidden from us: then they are most to be feared. And at all times they smell the blood of living things, desiring and
hating it. Senses, too, there are other than sight or smell. We can feel their presence - it troubled our hearts, as soon
as we came here, and before we saw them; they feel ours more keenly. Also,' he added, and his voice sank to a whisper,
'the Ring draws them.' (Aragorn/Strider)
"Over the lip of the little dell, on the side away from the hill, they felt, rather they
saw, a shadow rise, one shadow or more than one. They strained their eyes, and the shadows seemed to grow. Soon there could be no
doubt: three or four tall black figures were standing there on the slope, looking down on them. So black were they that
they seemed like black holes in the deep shade behind them. Frodo thought that he heard a faint hiss as of venomous
breath and felt a piercing chill. Then the shapes slowly advanced.
Terror overcame Pippin and Merry, and they threw themselves flat on the ground. Sam shrank to Frodo's side.
Frodo was hardly less terrified than his companions;
he was quaking as if he was bitter cold, but his terror was swallowed up in a sudden temptation to put on the Ring.
[...] He shut his eyes and struggled for a while; but resistance became unbearable, and at last he slowly drew out the chain,
and slipped the Ring on the forefinger of his left hand.
everything else remained as before, dim and dark, the shapes became terribly clear. He was able to see beneath their black wrappings.
There were five tall figures: two standing on the lip of the dell, three advancing. In their white faces burned keen and merciless
eyes; under their mantles were long grey robes; upon their grey hairs were helms of silver; in their haggard hands
were swords of steel."