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a quote from fotr
were moving and i recently packed away all of my books, but i have to turn in something with an inspirational quote later this morning, and i wanted to use one of tolkienz. can someone please post 'the road goes ever on and on' and gandalfz inspirational speech in the mines of moria? and anything else you think i might be able to use. im working on choosing...
__________________ I lu en edhil ad eriatha, sen guren bed enni...Henneth Annûn nîn bar.
"...all you have to do is decide what to do with that time that's given to you..." I don't remeber much, haven't seen the movie in ages, and never read the book
There are different versions of "The Road Goes Ever On And On", the most "popular" one:
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say
The Time-That-Is-Given-To-You--quote as in the FoTR-film:
Frodo: It’s a pity Bilbo didn’t kill him when he had the chance!
Gandalf: Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo’s hand. Many that live deserve death, and some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death and judgement. Even the very wise can not see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill, before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.
Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.
Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the ring, in which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought.
__________________ Life is complex: it has both real and imaginary components.
"Come not between the Nazgul and his prey!Or He will not slay thee in thy turn.He will bear thee away to the houses of lamentation,Beyond all Darkness,where thou flesh will be devoured,and thy shrivelled mind will be left naked to the lidless eye!"---The Witchking ROTK hek yea!
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"only the dead have seen the end of war."-Plato
“A severed foot is the ultimate stocking stuffer."Mitch Hedberg R.I.P.
"Cold be hand an heart and bone,
Cold be sleep under stone:
Never more to wake on stony bed,
Never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.
In the black wind the stars shall die,
And still on gold here let them lie,
Till the Dark Lord lifts his hand
Over dead Sea, and whithered Land."- Barrow-wight, FotR
He chanted a song of wizardry,
Of pearcing, opening, of treachery,
Revealing, uncovering, betraying.
Then sudden Felagund there swaying
Sang in anwser a song of staying,
Resisting, battling against power,
Of secrets kept, strength like a tower,
And trust unbroken, freedom, escape;
Of changing and of shifting shape,
Of snares eluded, broken traps,
The prison opening, the chain that snaps.
Backwards and forwards swayed their song.
Reeling and foundering, ever more strong
The chanting swelled, Felagund fought,
And all the magic and might he brought
Of Elfinesse into his words.
Softly in the gloom they heard the birds
Singing afar in Nargothrond,
The sighing of the Sea beyond,
Beyond the western world, on sand,
On sand of pearls in Elvenland.
Then the gloom gathered; darkness growing
In Valinor, the red blood flowing
Beside the Sea, where the Noldor slew
The Foamriders, and stealing drew
Their white ships with their white sails
From lamplit heavens. The wind wails,
The wolf howls. The ravens flee.
The ice mutters in the mouths of the Sea.
The captives sad in Angband mourn.
Thunder rumbles, the fires burn-
And Finrod fell before the throne.
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More huge were its limbs, its jaw more wide,
Its fangs more gleaming-sharp, and dyed
With venom, torment, and with death.
The deadly vapour of its breath,
Swept on before it. Swooning dies
The song of Lúthien, and her eyes
Are dimmed and darkened with a fear,
Cold and poisonous and drear.
Thus came Thû, as wolf more great,
Than ee’r was seen from Angband’s gate
To the burning south, than ever lurked
In mortal lands, or murder worked.
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“So Lúthien, so Lúthien-
A liar like all Elves and Men!
Yet welcome, welcome to my hall!
I have a use for every thrall.
What news of Thingol in his hole,
Shy lurking like a hoal?
What folly fresh is in his mind,
Who cannot keep his offspring blind,
From straying thus-or can devise,
Now better council for his spies?”
A moment then she stayed her song.
“The way, O king was wild and long,
But Thingol sent me not, nor knows
What road his rebellious daughter goes.
Yet every path and road doth lead,
Northward at last, and here of need
I trembling come with humble brow,
And here before thy throne I bow,
For Lúthien hath many arts,
For solace sweet of kingly hearts.”
“And here of need thou shalt remain
Now Lúthien, in joy or pain-
Or pain, the meter doom for all,
Rebel and upstart, wench and thrall.
Why should ye not in our fate share
Of woe and travail? Or should I spare
To slender limb, and body frail,
Breaking torment? Of what avail
Here dost thou deem thy babbling song,
And foolish laughter? Minstrels strong,
Are at my call. Yet I will give,
A respite brief, a while to live,
A little while, though purchased dear,
Now little Lúthien is here.”
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Sep 22nd, 2004 02:39 AM
so true 
I would have followed you, my brother. My captain. M-my king
