One of my favorite videos made by James of A Tolkienist’s perspective.
One of my favorite videos made by James of A Tolkienist’s perspective.
Just a little quick post for right now. Also the new book Beren and Luthien is coming in June 1, 2017, and I just wanted to make a quick post.
The song was sung by Aragorn in the Fellowship of the ring, book 1, chapter 6.
Waiting for the book? Well, if you own the Silmarillion*, you can just find the tale of Beren and Luthien in the Silmarillion as well.**
But we can all conclude that this Beren and Luthien book will be more specific and will possibly give us more detail than The Silmarillion gave us.
*I have blogged this to my blog somewhere in March, and since I have changed the name of this blog many times, the name of my website is wrong, so if you are reading this James, I blogged this again so the name is correct. You may delete the first time I reblogged this if you wish.
I reblogged this post because I thought it was really stunning, I really liked how James did the Dialogue, and I think many of you other Tolkienist’s or Tolkien fans will love this post.
One day I was on the internet, when I came upon this post. I read it, and I really loved it. Thanks to that post, not only did I find a blog that I go to every day, but it also made me decide to dedicate one of my blogs to Middle-earth. Now, don’t get me wrong, I loved Middle-earth before I saw this blog, but I didn’t like it like I do now.
Anyway, this is a really great post.
I hope you enjoy.
This applies pretty much to any kind of book and book lover out there.
What really compels one to read the same book time and time again, when they already know the outcome?
Since this post also serves as a kind of self-reflective examination, I thought best to write it down as a monologue between myself, to try and understand what moves one to re-read a favourite piece of literature over and over. It reminds me of Galileo Galilei’s Dialogue Concerning the Two Chief World Systems, in which three individuals discuss differing views on the orbit of the Earth and the Sun.
In this case, since only I can try to understand my own self, I have to conduct such a discussion introspectively.
As I am writing this post, I truly have no answer to the question I posed in the title. I am hoping that by the end of the monologue, I’ll get to some clarification.
In honour of Galileo’s work, here’s the title of my brief discourse.]
Source: Why I keep reading The Lord of the Rings over and over again
It was a great shadow, in the middle of which was a dark form, of man-shape maybe, yet greater; and a power and terror seemed to be in it and to go before it.
It came to the edge of the fire and the light faded as if a cloud had bent over it. Then with a rush it leaped across the fissure. The flames roared up to greet it, and wreathed about it; and a black smoke swirled swirled in the air. Its streaming name kindled, and blazed behind it. In its right hand was a blade like a stabbing tongue of fire; in its left it held a whip of many thongs.
“Ai! Ai!’ Wailed Legolas. ‘A Balrog! A Balrog is come!’ Fili stared with wide eyes. ‘Durin’s bane!’ He cried, and letting his axe fall he covered his face. ‘A Balrog,’ muttered Gandalf. ‘Now I understand.’ He faltered and leaned heavily on his staff. ‘What an evil fortune! And I am already weary.’
The dark figure streaming with fire races towards them. The orcs yelled and poured over the stone gangways. Then Boromir raised his horn and blew. Loud the challenge rang and bellowed, like the shout of many throats under the cavernous roof. For a moment the orcs quailed and the fiery shadow halted. Then the echoes died as suddenly as a flame blown out by a dark wind, and the enemy advanced again.
‘Over the bridge!’ Cried Gandalf, recalling his strength. ‘Fly! This is a for beyond any of you. I must hold the narrow way. Fly!’ Aragorn and Boromir did not need the command, but still held their ground, side by side, behind Gandalf at the far end of the bridge. The others halted just within the doorway at the hall’s end, and turned, unable to leave their leader to face the enemy alone.
The Balrog reached the bridge. Gandalf stood in the middle of the span, leaning on the staff in his left hand, but in his other hand Glamdring gleamed, cold and white. His enemy halted again, facing him, and the shadow about it reached out like two vast wings. It raised the whip, and the thongs whined and cracked. Fire came from its nostrils. But Gandalf stood firm.
‘You cannot pass,’ He said. The orcs stood still and a dead silence fell. ‘I am a servant of the secret fire, weilder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go back to the shadow! You cannot pass.’
The Balrog made no answer. The fire in it seemed to die, but the darkness grew, it stepped forward slowly on to the bridge, and suddenly it drew itself up to a great height, and it’s wings were spread from wall to wall; but still Gandalf could be seen, glimmering in the gloom; he seemed small, and altogether alone: grey and bent, like a wizened tree before the onset of a storm.
‘You cannot pass!’ He said. With a bound the Balrog leaped full upon the bridge. It’s whip whirled and hissed.
‘ He cannot stand alone!’ Cried Aragorn suddenly and ran back along the bridge. ‘Elindil!’ He shouted. ‘I am with you, Gandalf!’ ‘Gondor!’ Cried Boromir and leaped after him.
At that moment Gandalf lifted his staff, and crying aloud he smite the bridge before him. The staff broke asunder and fell from his hand. A blinding sheet of white flame sprang up. The bridge cracked. Right at the Balrog’s feet it broke, and the stone upon which it stood crashed into the gulf, while the rest remained, poised, quivering like a tongue of rock thrust out into emptiness.
With a terrible cry the Balrog fell forward, and its shadow plunged down and vanished. But even as it fell it swung its whip and the thongs lashed and curled about the wizard’s knee, dragging him to the brink he staggered and fell, grasped vainly at the stone, and slid into the abyss. ‘fly, you fools!’ He cried, and was gone.
5 amazing choices, but I can only get 2 things.
The Silmarillion first hardcover edition and…
Beren and Luthien.
Congratulations! But don’t worry other merchandise here that I didn’t choose, I never said I wouldn’t choose you guys. I will get you over the years.
Hey again, everybody. Today is the last day of my Hobbit movie marathon. Today I will talk about The battle of the five armies.
I am at the part when Gandalf the grey is at Dol Guldor. My favorite scene in Dol Guldor is when Elrond and Saruman the white battle the Nazgúl.
But my favorite scene in the entire movie is when Thorin Oakenshield and the 13 dwarves join the Battle of the five armies. Here’s a video.
My second favorite scene is the Battle between Bard the bowman vs. Smaug.
I thought it was sad when Fili, Kili, and Thorin die during the Battle of the five armies. My younger brother, who is a really big fan of the Hobbit trilogy, was very disappointed when Kili, his favorite character in the trilogy, died.
This movie in the hobbit trilogy is my favorite out of the 3.
I give this movie another 10/10.
This is the end of my Hobbit trilogy marathon. My next marathon will probably be the Lord of the rings trilogy. But I’d probably have to wait to get my own, cause the one I have is dad’s, and his return of the king buffers.
Hey, every body! Having fun? Even if you don’t celebrate Easter, I hope you have a good day. Speaking of good day, it’s seems like a good day to watch the Battle of the five armies, and when I’m finished, have the fellowship of the ring in my hand, and a family to be with today.