J. R. R. Tolkien
J. R. R. Tolkien
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien CBE, FRSL, known by his pen name J. R. R. Tolkien, was an English writer, poet, philologist, and university professor who is best known as the author of the classic high-fantasy works The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, and The Silmarillion...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth3 January 1892
archer giving wish
But you comfort me, Gimli, I'm glad to have you standing nigh with your stout legs and your hard axe. I wish there were more of your kin among us. But even more would I give for a hundred good archers of Mirkwood." - Legolas
letters receiving difficult
For some time I lived in fear of receiving a letter signed 'S. Gollum'. That would have been more difficult to deal with.
nice two squash
A nice pickle they were all in now: all neatly tied up in sacks, with three angry trolls (and two with burns and bashes to remember) sitting by them, arguing whether they should roast them slowly, or mince them fine and boil them, or just sit on them one by one and squash them into jelly.
wings bird ems
Fifteen birds in five firtrees, their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze! But, funny little birds, they had no wings! O what shall we do with the funny little things? Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot; fry them, boil them and eat them hot?
drinking alive mail
Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking.
eagles pieces shelves
Now I know what a piece of bacon feels like when it is suddenly picked out of the pan on a fork and put back on the shelf!" "No you don't!" he heard Dori answering, "because the bacon knows that it will get back in the pan sooner or later; and it is to be hoped we shan't. Also eagles aren't forks!
nice home fire
I wish I was at home in my nice hole by the fire, with the kettle just beginning to sing!
valleys jolly
O! Tril-lil-lil-lolly the valley is jolly, ha! ha! -Elves of Rivendell
mines shorthand
A friend of mine tells that I talk in shorthand and then smudge it.
echoes voice dwelling
Then the voices of the Ainur, like unto harps and lutes, and pipes and trumpets, and viols and organs, and like unto countless choirs singing with words, began to fashipn the theme of Iluvatar to a great music; and a sound arose of endless interchanging melodies woven in harmony that passed beyond hearing into the depths and into the heights, and the places of the dwelling of Iluvatar were filled to overflowing, and the music and the echo of the music went out into the Void, and it was not void.
strokes dies not-alone
He stands not alone. You would die before your stroke fell.
without-hope
We must do without hope.
books-and-movies errands fellowship
The road goes ever on and on
lullaby goblin
Your lullaby would waken a drunken goblin!