It is mine to give to whom I will, like my heart.
J.R.R. TolkienMots clés arwen lord-of-the-rings fellowship-of-the-ring
And what do you wish?' he said at last.
'That what should be shall be,' she answered.
Mots clés lord-of-the-rings j-r-r-tolkien galadriel fellowship-of-the-ring
Little did I know where the chief peril lay! Truly Elrond spoke, saying that we could not foresee what we might meet upon our road. Torment in the dark was the danger that I feared, and it did not hold me back. But I would not have come, had I known the danger of light and joy.
J.R.R. TolkienMots clés lord-of-the-rings j-r-r-tolkien gimli fellowship-of-the-ring
The rule of no realm is mine, neither of Gondor nor any other, great or small. But all worthy things that are in peril as the world now stands, those are my care. And for my part, I shall not wholly fail of my task, though Gondor should perish, if anything passes through this night that can still grow fair or bear fruit and flower again in days to come. For I also am a steward. Did you not know?
J.R.R. TolkienMots clés heroes stewardship steward protecting guarding
For suddenly above him far and faint his song was taken up, and a voice answering called to him. Maedhros it was that sang amid his torment. But Fingon climbed to the foot of the precipice where his kinsman hung; and then he could go no farther, and he wept when he saw the cruel device of Morgoth. Maedhros therefore, being in anguish without hope, begged Fingon to shoot him with his bow; and Fingon strung an arrow, and bent his bow. And seeing no better hope he cried to Manwe, saying: 'O King to whom birds are dear, speed now this feathered shaft, and recall some pity for the Noldor in their need!'....Now, even as Fingon bent his bow, there flew down from the high airs Thorondor, King of Eagles, mightiest of all birds that have ever been, whose outstretched wings spanned thirty fathoms; and staying Fingon's hand he took him up, and bore him to the face of the rock where Maethros hung.
J.R.R. Tolkiensongs like trees bear fruit only in their own time and their own way: and sometimes they are withered untimely.
J.R.R. TolkienA year shall I endure for every day that passes until you return.
J.R.R. TolkienFrodo gave a cry, and there was, fallen upon his knees at the chasm's edge. But Gollum, dancing like a mad thing, held aloft the ring, a finger still thrust within its circle.
"Precious, precious, precious!" Gollum cried. "My Precious! O my Precious!" And with that, even as his eyes were lifted up to gloat on his prize, he stepped too far, toppled, wavered for a moment on the brink, and then with a shriek he fell. Out of the depths came his last wail precious, and he was gone.
Mots clés mad tolkien ring cry gollum chasm the-return-of-the-king frodo-baggins samwise-gamgee the-lord-of-the-rings finger danc mount-doom the-one-ring-j-r-r-tolkien
Then Darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time, and I wandered far on roads that I will not tell.
J.R.R. TolkienNight always had been, and always would be, and night was all.
J.R.R. TolkienMots clés the-two-towers the-lord-of-the-rings
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