“The Lord of the Rings” is the greatest trilogy, and it immortalized the name of its creator.
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.
