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A six-minute excerpt of the Live Event to preview The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug

(Source: cirthithil, via fairytales-and-dreams)

stoneofthehapless:

kingsleyvintage:

MY PRECIOUS!

Art by Arturo Arriaga Mercado

rainyroad:

by ~Reo-sama

(via tolkienbritta)

thehobbitoutloud:

The Lord of the Eagles would not take them anywhere near where men lived. “They would shoot at us with their great bows of yew,” he said, “for they would think we were after their sheep. And at other times they would be right. No! we are glad to cheat the goblins of their sport, and glad to repay our thanks to you, but we will not risk ourselves for dwarves in the southward plains.”

“Very well,” said Gandalf. “Take us where and as far as you will!”

-The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien

This one goes out to all the movie fans wondering why the eagles weren’t a better taxi service ;)

fangorn-f0rest:

“I never called Edith Luthien – but she was the source of the story that in time became the chief part of the Silmarillion”- J.R.R.Tolkien
luthien-ar-feiniel:

Nienna, The Mourning Vala. by ~moon-blossom
“Nienna looked at the pale Moon under the shadow of her distant halls. She remembered the glory of the Two Trees and all the pain that Melkor caused by his greed and envy. But in silence she recalled the Music of The Ainur and how Melkor’s actions were present even there, as a terrible melody in the middle of unfolding mysteries. And as she revived the Music in her thoughts, her sorrow grew but so did her compassion. For Nienna is the mighty one who cries for all the unjust and terrible things that happen in the world, but she is also the one that teaches endurance and wisdom through adversity. And by her tears, everything is purified and hallowed so that the mysteries can dance with the Music as it unfolds.”

thehobbitoutloud:

Smoke was in Bilbo’s eyes, he could feel the heat of the flames; and through the reek he could see the goblins dancing round and round in a circle like people round a midsummer bonfire. Outside the ring of dancing warriors with spears and axes stood the wolves at a respectful distance, watching and waiting.

He could hear the goblins beginning a horrible song:

Fifteen birds in five firtrees,
their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze!
But, funny little birds, they had no wings!
O what shall we do with the funny little things?
Roast ‘em alive, or stew them in a pot;
fry them, boil them and eat them hot?

- The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien