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> The Lord Of The Rings, Visions of Middle Earth
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mesaj 11 Jul 2004, 11:16 PM
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In acest topic voi posta ferestre inspre lumea lui Tolkien, in viziunea mai multor artisti, insotite de citate relevante din cartile sale. Ma voi stradui (cel putin in prima parte a topicului) sa pastrez ordinea cronologica a scenelor.

Si cine stie, poate ca unii care nu s-au gandit pana acum la asta vor porni sa citeasca si ei din Tolkien...

Desigur, topicul este deschis, si cronologia este optionala. Rog doar ca, pe cat posibil, ea sa fie respectata.


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mesaj 11 Jul 2004, 11:39 PM
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Şi voi īncepe cu multă vreme īnainte de Third Age of Middle Earth, cu Lūthien Tinūviel, fiica Regelui Elfilor din Vechime, cea mai frumoasă fată ce a călcat vreodată pădurile şi cāmpiile din Middle Earth.

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QUOTE (J.R.R. Tolkien @ The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring. Book I, Chapter XI, "A Knife in the Dark")
'I will tell you the tale of Tinūviel,' said Strider, 'in brief - for it is a long tale of which the end is not known; and there are none now, except Elrond, that remember it aright as it was told of old. It is a fair tale, though it is sad, as are all the tales of Middle-earth, and yet it may lift up your hearts.' He was silent for some time, and then he began not to speak but to chant softly:

The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinūviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.

There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wander flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.

Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She tightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.

When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.

Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinūviel! Tinūviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinūviel
That in his arms lay glistening.

As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinūviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.

Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.



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mesaj 11 Jul 2004, 11:51 PM
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QUOTE (J.R.R. Tolkien @ The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring. Book I, Chapter XI, "A Knife in the Dark")
Strider sighed and paused before he spoke again. 'That is a song,' he said, 'in the mode that is called ann-thennath among the Elves, but is hard to render in our Common Speech, and this is but a rough echo of it. It tells of the meeting of Beren son of Barahir and Lūthien Tinūviel. Beren was a mortal man, but Lūthien was the daughter of Thingol, a King of Elves upon Middle-earth when the world was young; and she was the fairest maiden that has ever been among all the children of this world. As the stars above the mists of the Northern lands was her loveliness, and in her face was a shining light. In those days the Great Enemy, of whom Sauron of Mordor was but a servant, dwelt in Angband in the North, and the Elves of the West coming back to Middle-earth made war upon him to regain the Silmarils which he had stolen; and the fathers of Men aided the Elves. But the Enemy was victorious and Barahir was slain, and Beren escaping through great peril came over the Mountains of Terror into the hidden Kingdom of Thingol in the forest of Neldoreth. There he beheld Lūthien singing and dancing in a glade beside the enchanted river Esgalduin; and he named her Tinūviel, that is Nightingale in the language of old. Many sorrows befell them afterwards, and they were parted long. Tinūviel rescued Beren from the dungeons of Sauron, and together they passed through great dangers, and cast down even the Great Enemy from his throne, and took from his iron crown one of the three Silmarils, brightest of all jewels, to be the bride-price of Lūthien to Thingol her father. Yet at the last Beren was slain by the Wolf that came from the gates of Angband, and he died in the arms of Tinūviel. But she chose mortality, and to die from the world, so that she might follow him; and it is sung that they met again beyond the Sundering Seas, and after a brief time walking alive once more in the green woods, together they  passed, long ago, beyond the confines of this world. So it is that Lūthien  Tinūviel alone of the Elf-kindred has died indeed and left the world, and they have lost her whom they most loved. But from her the lineage of the Elf-lords of old descended among Men. There live still those of whom Lūthien was the foremother, and it is said that her line shall never fail. Elrond of Rivendell is of that Kin. For of Beren and Lūthien was born Dior Thingol's heir; and of him Elwing the White whom Edrendil wedded, he that sailed his ship out of the mists of the world into the seas of heaven with the Silmaril upon his brow. And of Edrendil came the Kings of Nūmenor, that is Westernesse.'



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QUOTE (J.R.R. Tolkien @ The Hobbit, Chapter I, "An Unexpected Party")
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 yet 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.

It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats - the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill - The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it - and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another. No going upstairs for the hobbit: bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had whole rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms, all were on the same floor, and indeed on the same passage. The best rooms were all on the left-hand side (going in), for these were the only ones to have windows, deep-set round windows looking over his garden and meadows beyond, sloping down to the river.

This hobbit was a very well-to-do hobbit, and his name was Baggins. [...]

By some curious chance one morning long ago in the quiet of the world, when there was less noise and more green, and the hobbits were still numerous and prosperous, and Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door after breakfast smoking an enormous long wooden pipe that reached nearly down to his woolly toes (neatly brushed) - Gandalf came by.


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mesaj 12 Jul 2004, 12:19 AM
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An Unexpected Party

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QUOTE (J.R.R. Tolkien @ The Hobbit, Chapter I, "An Unexpected Party")
[...] Already it had almost become a throng. Some called for ale, and some for porter, and one for coffee, and all of them for cakes; so the hobbit was kept very busy for a while.

A big jug of coffee bad just been set in the hearth, the seed-cakes were gone, and the dwarves were starting on a round of buttered scones, when there came - a loud knock. Not a ring, but a hard rat-tat on the hobbit's beautiful green door. Somebody was banging with a stick!

Bilbo rushed along the passage, very angry, and altogether bewildered and bewuthered-this was the most awkward Wednesday he ever remembered. He pulled open the door with a jerk, and they all fell in, one on top of the other. More dwarves, four more! And there was Gandalf behind, leaning on his staff and laughing. He had made quite a dent on the beautiful door; he had also, by the way, knocked out the secret mark that he had put there the morning before.

"Carefully! Carefully!" he said. "It is not like you, Bilbo, to keep friends waiting on the mat, and then open the door like a pop-gun! Let me introduce Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, and especially Thorin!"



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mesaj 14 Jul 2004, 10:15 AM
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E.B.E...hmm...poate ai observat ca vorbesti cam singur aici.Hai sa-ti spun si de ce.Parerea mea.
hai sa vedem...unde ne aflam acuma? in prima parte a "Hobbit"-ului ? Pentru ca sincer, nu prea stiu sa ma orientez dupa acele indicatii pe care le dai tu...
apoi...nu prea stiu de unde sa fac rost de citate...Am citit si eu Tolkien, numai ca e-book-urile se gasesc mai greu si sunt mai greu de rasfoit uneori...e frumos ceea ce faci tu...dar nu putem toti sa facem acelesi lucru...Mai ales ca tu ai sarit de la Luthien Tinuviel tocmai la Hobbiti...hmm..Nici nu stiu daca ar mai trebui pastrata cronologia...Pentru ca atunci cand vei ajunge la sfarsit ce vei mai face...oricum nu toata lumea o sa citeasca, probabil, ceea ce ai scris tu la inceput...Hm? Ce zici?
Pe Tolkien e frumos, intr-adevar, sa il citesti pe indelete de la inceput pana la sfarsit...Dar nu cred ca toata lumea a inceput cu Silmarillion si a terminat cu Intoarcerea Regelui...


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mesaj 15 Jul 2004, 11:29 PM
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Cronologia e pastrata si topicul se refera doar la evenimentele amintite in si referite din LotR. Am mai spus si ca [virgula] cronologia nu e obligatorie si nici chiar eu nu o voi respecta cu strictete decat in prima parte a topicului - din exact motivul dat de tine.

Nimeni nu trebuie sa fi citit sau sa aiba acces la carti, in original, e-book, hardcopy, finlandeza sau orice altceva. Doar luati pozele asa cum sunt, citatele asa cum sunt, daca va plac - ok, daca nu - ok. Daca ati vazut filmele, poate veti recunoaste unele din scene - dupa ce voi ajunge mai incolo cu cronologia. Ceea ce va dura o vreme, fiindca nu am timp de prea multe posturi pe HA in perioada aceasta...

Iar pentru cine vrea sa posteze... e nevoie doar de o poza din LotR - citatul este un suport optional, pe care eu l-am ales pentru a da substanta scenei...

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mesaj 16 Jul 2004, 09:06 AM
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Wow-wow-wow...Great inquisitor... rofl.gif
Off-topic: Oh, da , E.B.E. uneori nu pot pur si simplu sa ma abtin cool.gif ...Am recitit si eu ce am scris si mi-am dat cu palma peste frunte (Plici! wacko.gif ) si am zis: "Mai sa fie ! Chiar eu am scris chestiile alea?" yikes.gif
Deci din cate am inteles, cronologia nu este imperios necesara ,iar citatele le-ai pus doar pentru efect...Pai asa sa zici, mai, de la inceput !!!
Bine,mai ...Sorry... Sunt plin de umor, ce sa fac, si uneori imi iese pe nas !

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Thorin's Map

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QUOTE (J.R.R. Tolkien @ The Hobbit, Chapter I, "An Unexpected Party")
On the table in the light of a big lamp with a red shad he spread a piece of parchment rather like a map.

"This was made by Thror, your grandfather, Thorin, he said in answer to the dwarves' excited questions. "It is a plan of the Mountain."

"I don't see that this will help us much," said Thorin disappointedly after a glance. "I remember the Mountain well enough and the lands about it. And I know where Mirkwood is, and the Withered Heath where the great dragons bred."

"There is a dragon marked in red on the Mountain, said Balin, "but it will be easy enough to find him without that, if ever we arrive there."

"There is one point that you haven't noticed," said the wizard, "and that is the secret entrance. You see that rune on the West side, and the hand pointing to it from the other runes? That marks a hidden passage to the Lower Halls."


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Passage through the LoneLands

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QUOTE (J.R.R. Tolkien @ The Hobbit, Chapter II, "Roast Mutton")
At first they had passed through hobbit-lands, a wild respectable country inhabited by decent folk, with good roads, an inn or two, and now and then a dwarf or a farmer ambling by on business. Then they came to lands where people spoke strangely, and sang songs Bilbo had never heard before. Now they had gone on far into the Lone-lands, where there were no people left, no inns, and the roads grew steadily worse. Not far ahead were dreary hills, rising higher and higher, dark with trees. On some of them were old castles with an evil look, as if they had been built by wicked people. Everything seemed gloomy, for the weather that day had taken a nasty turn. Mostly it had been as good as May can be, even in merry tales, but now it was cold and wet. In the Lone-lands they had to camp when they could, but at least it had been dry. "To think it will soon be June," grumbled Bilbo as he splashed along behind the  others in a very muddy track. It was after tea-time; it was pouring with rain, and had been all day; his hood was dripping into his eyes, his cloak was full of water; the pony was tired and stumbled on stones; the  others were too grumpy to talk. "And I'm sure the rain has got into the dry clothes and into the food-bags," thought Bilbo. "Bother burgling and everything to do with it! I wish I was at home in my nice hole by the fire, with the kettle just beginning to sing!" It was not the last time that he wished that!


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Daca tot nu e obligatorie cronologia, atunci uite-o pe Shelob...intalnirea dintre ea si Sam Wise Gamgee are loc abia in Intoarcerea Regelui daca nu ma insel, da...
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Personajul meu preferat, Smeagol, brother of Deagol, also called Gollum.
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