Проклет да е Менегрот! Проклет да е и пътят, по който стъпваш! Вече всичко свърши. Сега идва нощта!
J.R.R. TolkienI wish life was not so short,' he thought. 'Languages take such a time, and so do all the things one wants to know about.
J.R.R. TolkienThere was a deep silence, only scraped on its surfaces by the faint quiver of empty seed-plumes, and broken grass-blades trembling in small air-movements they could not feel.
'Not a bird!' said Sam mournfully.
'No, no birds,' said Gollum. 'Nice birds!' He licked his teeth. 'No birds here. There are snakeses, wormses, things in the pools. Lots of things, lots of nasty things. No birds,' he ended sadly.
Sam looked at him with distaste.
Mots clés humour eat lord-of-the-rings smeagol
So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.
J.R.R. TolkienMots clés inspiration courage endurance perseverance dragon hobbit
It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen.
J.R.R. TolkienMots clés music water sea ocean
Let the unseen days be. Today is more than enough.
J.R.R. TolkienSupernatural is a dangerous and difficult word in any of its senses, looser or stricter. But to fairies it can hardly be applied, unless super is taken merely as a superlative prefix. For it is man who is, in contrast to fairies, supernatural; whereas they are natural, far more natural than he. Such is their doom.
J.R.R. TolkienMots clés mankind supernatural inspirational-natural the-tolkien-reader
I will take the Ring", he said, "though I do not know the way.
J.R.R. TolkienMots clés inspirational frodo
Ho! Tom Bombadil, Tom Bombadillo!
By water, wood and hill, by reed and willow,
By fire, sun and moon, harken now and hear us!
Come, Tom Bombadil, for our need is near us!
Mots clés frodo tom-bombadil call-for-help
They also keep a horned cow
as proud as any queen;
But music turns her head like ale,
And makes her wave her tufted tail
and dance upon the green.
...
So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man of the Moon:
'It's after three' he said.
They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
and bundled him into the Moon,
While his horses galloped up in rear,
And the cow came capering like a deer,
and a dish ran up with the spoon.
Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
the dog began to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
The guests all bounded from their beds
and danced upon the floor.
With a ping and a pong the fiddle-strings broke!
the cow jumped over the Moon,
And the little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the Saturday dish went off at a run
with the silver Sunday spoon.
The round Moon rolled behind the hill,
as the Sun raised up her head.
She hardly believed her fiery eyes;
For though it was day, to her surprise
they all went back to bed!
Mots clés frodo cow man-in-the-moon over-the-moon the-dish the-spoon
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