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The Lord Of The Rings, Visions of Middle Earth

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E.B.E. Vizualizare profil forumist	11 Jul 2004, 11:16 PM Mesaj #1
Domnitor Grup: Membri Mesaje: 1.292 Inscris: 20 November 03 Din: Delft, NL Forumist Nr.: 1.248	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. -------------------- I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me...

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11 Jul 2004, 11:39 PM

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Şi voi începe cu multă vreme înainte de Third Age of Middle Earth, cu Lūthien Tinūviel, fiica Regelui Elfilor din Vechime, cea mai frumoasă fată ce a călcat vreodată pădurile şi câmpiile 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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I spend my time thinking of Angel... praying she ain't thinking of me...

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