Happy birthday, my old friend.
Bilbo Baggins is My Name
Sunday, December 18, 2011
“This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying
things altogether unexpected. He may have lost neighbours’ respect, but he gained – well,
you will see whether he gained anything in the end.” - J.R.R. Tolkien
Írë lúmë tuluva
Saturday, December 17, 2011
The gray rain-curtain of this world rolls back,
and all turns to silver glass.
And then you see it,
white shores, and beyond.
A far green country, under a swift sunrise.
The Final Chapter of The Return of the King (Read by Christopher Tolkien)
A Far Green Country
Saturday, December 10, 2011
To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling,
The voices of my people that have gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,
In Eressëa, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people for ever!
