"You have journeyed further than I," said Legolas. "I have heard nothing of this in my own land, save only songs that tell how the Onodrim, that Men call Ents, dwelt there long ago; for Fangorn is old, old even as the Elves would reckon it."

“Yes, it is old,” said Aragorn, “as old as the forest by the Barrow-downs, and it is far greater. Elrond says that the two are akin, the last strongholds of the mighty woods of the Elder Days, in which the Firstborn roamed while Men still slept. Yet Fangorn holds some secret of its own. What it is I do not know.”

"They are real horses; just as the black robes are real robes that they wear to gvie shape to their nothingness when they have dealings with the living."

"Then why do these black horses endure such riders? All other animals are terrified when they draw near, even the elf-horse of Glorfindel. The dogs howl and the geese scream at them."

"Because these horses are born and bred to the service of the Dark Lord in Mordor."


i like to think that the last hobbit film will end with us returning to old bilbo sitting in his chair telling us the last sentences of his story and just when he finishes there’s a knock on the door and he shouts ”No thank you! We don’t want any more visitors, well-wishers or distant relations!” and just as he looks down in his book and returns to writing we hear a familiar voice say “And what about very old friends?” and then the credits come up

In a hole in the ground… by LonelyFullMoon

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. - Chapter 1: An Unexpected Party (The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien)

The Road Goes Ever On by Erika Heins

I wish the ring had never come to me, I wish none of this had happened.

So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you.

Damn, he looks good in HD.


Black riders by John Howe

Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.

J.R.R. Tolkien, 2nd December 1955