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
bind bring darkness ring rule
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find themOne Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
adventures bringing disbelieve escapes fine hand mere per sole surely
Surely you do not disbelieve the prophecies, because you had a hand in bringing them about yourself? You don't really suppose, do you, that all your adventures and escapes were managed by mere luck, just for your sole benefit? You are a very fine per
bore bring broken clear cold face foes gate golden head heard hen horn kings laid limbs loud mighty news north past roaring shall tower until water wind
From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls;And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.''Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought.His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest;And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.''O Boromir! The Tower of Gaurd shall ever northward gazeTo Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.'
beneath far land western
! Elbereth Gilthoniel!silivren penna mÃrielo menel aglar elenath!We still remember, we who dwellIn this far land beneath the trees,Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
beneath countless dark dew earth flowers green leaves light shadows shining silver
The one had leaves of dark green that beneath were as shining silver, and from each of his countless flowers a dew of silver light was ever falling, and the earth beneath was dappled with the shadows of his fluttering leaves.
crooked death fire lightning passed till words
I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a serving-man till the lightning falls.
english-novelist shorthand talk
I am told that I talk in shorthand and then smudge it.
hopes time wait
It's like things are in the world. Hopes fail. An end comes. We have only a little time to wait now.
bid bonds break courage crashing dear eyes fear good heart hold hour men shattered sons wolves
Aragorn: Hold your ground, hold your ground. Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day. This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you *stand, Men of the West!*
valor
Fealty with love, Valor with honor, oathbreaking with vengeance.
dragons snow
So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending.
afar bright darkness deal death deed defend doom finding foe foul hand hear holy itself kin league man neither nor remember shall swear unto vow witness woe words
Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean, Brood of Morgoth, or Bright Vala, Elda or Maia or Aftercomer, Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth, Neither law, nor love, nor league of swords, dread, nor danger, not doom Itself shall defend him from Feanor and Feanor's kin whoso hideth or hordeth, or in hand taketh, finding keepeth, or afar casteth a Silmaril. This swear we all: Death we will deal him ere day's ending. Woe unto the world's end! Our words hesar thou, Eru Allfather! To the everlasting Darkness doom us if our deed faileth. On the holy mountian hear in witness and our vow remember Manwe and Varda!
king needs piece rabble
It needs more to make a king than a piece of elvish glass, or a rabble such as this.
axe fall restless room row sleep swing weariness
Sleep! I feel the need of it. Yet my axe is restless in my hand. Give me a row of orc-necks and room to swing and all weariness will fall from me!