My attempt at May It Be- Enya (lord of the Rings) on piano. Learned by ear.
Mornie utulie (Darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantie (Darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now.
(Source: thepalantiri)
Thror’s Map~J.R.R Tolkien: Artist and Illustrator
Death of Smaug~J.R.R Tolkien: Artist and Illustrator
The Hobbit; Design for upper binding~J.R.R Tolkien: Artist and Illustrator
The Hall at Bag-End~ J.R.R Tolkien: Artist and Illustrator
Bilbo Comes to the Huts of the Raft-elves~ J.R.R Tolkien: Artist and Illustrator
So I was looking online for more books to read (as usual) and I came across this
I don’t know why it’s making me laugh so hard!
And they spelt his name wrong
Oh god :’)
“Fantastic Creatures looking for lost Jewelry”
This was a list on the telegraph website…o.0
Rivendell~Tolkien: The Illustrated Encyclopedia.
Entitled Kirith Ungol~J.R.R Tolkien: Artist and Illustrator. Early Sketches.
Text reads on the Tower of Kirith Ungol:
And in that dreadful light Sam stood aghast; for now he could see the Tower of Kirith Ungol in all its strength. The horn that those could see who came up the pass from the west was but its topmost turret. Its eastern face stood up in four great tiers from a shelf in the mountain wall some 500 feet below. Its back was to the great cliff behind, and it was built in four pointed bastions of cunning masonry, with sides facing north-east and south-east, one above the other, diminishing as they went up, while about the lowest tier was a battlemented wall enclosing a narrow courtyard. Its gate open(ed) on the SE into a broad road. The wall at the outward(?)…was upon the brink of a precipice.
(Source: thepalantiri)
Bilbo Woke Up with the Early Sun in His Eyes~J.R.R Tolkien: Artist and Illustrator
Conversation with Smaug~ J.R.R Tolkien: Artist and Illustrator
Shelob’s Lair (pencil, black ink, red pencil)~J.R.R Tolkien: Artist and Illustrator
The text reads:
Look! The road opened out now: it still went on up, but no longer sheerly. Beyond and ahead there was an ominous glare in the sky, and like a great notch in the mountainshelo wall a cleft was outlined against it. On their right the wall of rock fell away and the road widened till it had no brink. Looking down Frodo saw nothing but the vast darkness of the great ravine which was the head of Morghul dale. Down in it’s depths was the faint glimmer of the wraith-road that that led over the Morghul pass from the city. On their left sharp jagged pinnacles stood up like towers carved by the biting years, and between them were many dark crevices and clefts. But high on the left side of the cleft to which their road lead (Kirith Ungol) was a small black tower, and in it a window showed a red light.
Barrow-Wight~Tolkien: The Illustrated Encyclopdia
The March of the Ents~Tolkien:The Illustrated Encyclopedia
A letter received by young Priscilla, Tolkien’s youngest, from her ‘Father Christmas’~ Tolkien artist and Illustrator
The English language has no rhyme
to Father Christmas: that’s why I’m
no good at making verses
But what I find a good deal worse is
that girls and boys names don’t rhyme either
(and brother! either won’t rhyme neither).
So please forgive me, dear Priscilla,
if I pretended you rhyme with pillow!
As I was saying-
beside your bed old Father Christmas
(afraid that any creak or hiss must wake you up) will in a twinkling
fill up your stocking, (I’ve an inkling
that it belongs, in fact to pater-
but never mind!) At twelve, or later
he will arrive-and hopes once more
that he has chosen from his store
the things you want. You’re half past nine;
but still I hope you’ll drop a line
for some years yet, and won’t forget
old Father Christmas and his pet,
the N.P.B (and polar cubs
as fat as little butter-tubs),
and snowboys and Elves-in fact the whole
of my household up near the pole.
Upon my list, made in December,
your number is, if you will remember,
fifty six thousand, seven hundred,
and eighty five. It can’t be wondered
at that I am so busy, when
you think you are nearly ten,
