Galadriel: Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. It began with the forging of the Great Rings.
Me: Haha, that’s funny. It’s almost as if elves and men haven’t always been fighting a dark enemy
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Galadriel: Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. It began with the forging of the Great Rings.
Me: Haha, that’s funny. It’s almost as if elves and men haven’t always been fighting a dark enemy
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“All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said. But there’s one more thing to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia.”
A Flower in the Grey North by peet
Boromir: you carry the fate of us all, little one
Frodo: i'm literally ten years older than you
Turin v. Morgoth By Jan Drenovec Freelance concept artist and illustrator
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I don’t see much Dagor Dagorath art around the fandom. We could use more.
GRYFFINDOR: “We must walk open-eyed into that trap, with courage, but small hope for ourselves. For, my lords, it may well prove that we ourselves shall perish utterly in a black battle far from the living lands; so that even if Barad-dur be thrown down, we shall not live to see a new age. But this, I deem, is our duty. And better so than to perish nonetheless – as we surely shall, if we sit here – and know as we die that no new age shall be.” -JRR Tolkien (Gandalf: Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King)
My only comment is that of Puck upon mortals. I fear that to me, Siamese cats belong to the fauna of Mordor, but you need not tell the cat breeder that
J.R.R. TOLKIEN, from a letter (n°219) to Allen and Unwin (1959), after “a cat breeder had asked if she could register a litter of Siamese kittens under names taken from The Lord of The Rings” (via vanwatano)
RAVENCLAW: “Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.” –Aldous Huxley (Proper Studies)
“Gandalf as Ring-Lord would have been a contest between the Ring’s true allegiance to Sauron versus Gandalf’s actually possession of the Ring. But if Gandalf had been the victor it would have been far worse than Sauron winning. The “righteous” Gandalf would have become self-righteous, ruling and ordering things for “good” until he had made good detestable and seem evil.” «The Letters of J. R. R. Tolkien», Letter № 246
My only comment is that of Puck upon mortals. I fear that to me, Siamese cats belong to the fauna of Mordor, but you need not tell the cat breeder that
J.R.R. TOLKIEN, from a letter (n°219) to Allen and Unwin (1959), after “a cat breeder had asked if she could register a litter of Siamese kittens under names taken from The Lord of The Rings” (via vanwatano)
Sam: It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end… because how could the end be happy?
Frodo: Have you read the Silmarillion, Sam? It’s not happy at all.
Sam: Beren and Luthien is kinda happy.
Frodo: Beren dies twice!
Sam: The War of Wrath ends up with Morgoth being banished.
Frodo: Yeah, and all of Beleriand destroyed, and everyone is dead.
Sam: We have the light of Earendil’s silmaril!
Frodo: Yeah, and Earendil is never allowed to see his son or come back to Middle Earth even. Stories suck.
There’s one thing I know about her. Just one thing: If I met her again, I would absolutely know.
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Maedhros & Maglor by Alan Lee
Tom Bombadil is the best/most amusing character in anything I’ve ever read because here you have this dude who skips around the forest all day and sings nonsense songs about himself, and the One Ring, the single most powerful object in all of Middle Earth that a fucking ancient evil is furiously searching for, has absolutely no effect on him. He pops it on and doesn’t turn invisible like most do when they accessorize themselves with the pure manifestation of power and greed but instead pulls some sleight of hand shenanigans and makes it disappear into thin air like a party trick before casually flipping it back to Frodo. Frodo asks Tom’s wife who the hell he is and she just responds “He is” because Tommyboy over here is fucking beyond mortal description. The elves, who are essentially immortal themselves, refer to to this guy as “the Elderest” because he was there before any of even the oldest beings on the planet could remember. The only reason the Fellowship didn’t pick the guy to journey to and destroy the Ring in Mordor was because he might accidentally displace the whispering hellcircle that even Gandalf, a primordial spirit that helped in shaping the world, was afraid to touch because Tom Bombadil just doesn’t give a shit. So the character that many scholars speculate is the supreme being and one true god of Tolkien’s entire universe is just this secondary character that refers to himself in third person and fishes in the forest while writing iffy poetry.
I actually teared up.
Thank you, Christopher Tolkien, for giving us the absolute pleasure of delving into your fathers world and meeting such intriguing and fantastic characters. Thank you for bringing it to life, for continuing even though you constantly berated yourself in your essays, you have done such an amazing job that this family could not thank you enough.