frodo baggins – Page 6 – ephal ephalak idon hi-akallabeth

transjiimhawkins:

Suddenly the foremost Rider spurred his horse forward. It checked at the water and reared up. With a great effort Frodo sat upright and brandished his sword.

‘Go back!’ he cried. ‘Go back to the Land of Mordor, and follow me no more!’ His voice sounded thin and shrill in his own ears. The Riders halted, but Frodo had not the power of Bombadil. His enemies laughed at him with a harsh and chilling laughter.

‘Come back! Come back!’ they called. ‘To Mordor we will take you!’

‘Go back!’ he whispered.

‘The Ring! The Ring!’ they cried with deadly voices; and immediately their leader urged his horse forward into the water, followed closely by two others.

‘By Elbereth and Lúthien the fair,’ said Frodo with a last effort, lifting up his sword, ‘you shall have neither the Ring nor me!’

i’m nearly two weeks late but i couldn’t not touch this scene

trashfirefallon:

She lifted up her white arms, and spread out her hands towards the East in a gesture of rejection and denial.

gurguliare:

gurguliare:

If Morgoth and Frodo ever hung out they would actually have something to talk about because they could bond over spider trauma

pipistrellus replied to your post “If Morgoth and Frodo ever hung out they would actually have something…”

Frodo: and then she – Morgoth: ah!!! She tried
to eat the ring!!! Frodo: …. no . She tried to eat me. Morgoth: oh
can’t relate

Frodo began to feel restless, and the old paths seemed too well-trodden. He looked at maps, and wondered what lay beyond their edges: maps made in the Shire showed mostly white spaces beyond its borders.

J. R. R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring (via one-small-garden)

As Frodo prepared to follow him, he laid his hand upon the tree beside the ladder: never before had he been so suddenly and so keenly aware of the feel and texture of a tree’s skin and of the life within it. He felt a delight in wood and the touch of it, neither as forester nor as carpenter; it was the delight of the living tree itself.

Frodo in Lothlorien, The Fellowship of the Ring (via one-small-garden)

mozalieri:

kaaatebishop:

eleemosynecdoche:

musicofthe-ainur:

Am I the only person who thought this was really fucking funny

A lot of the really funny moments in Lord of the Rings come from Tolkien playing with language like this, where we have relatively formal, archaic, “high” language responded to with informal, modern, “low” language.

another hilarious example:

my absolute favorite example of tolkien switching registers in this way is

skaiart:

Two plate aquatint graphic print
Did these a few months back, love the technique

Other variants here

Am I still dreaming?“ he muttered. “But the other dreams were horrible.”
“You’re not dreaming at all, Master,” said Sam. “It’s real. It’s me. I’ve come.”
“I can hardly believe it,” said Frodo, clutching him. “There was an orc with a whip, and then it turns into Sam! Then I wasn’t dreaming after all when I heard that singing down below, and I tried to answer? Was it you?”
“It was indeed, Mr Frodo. I’d given up hope, almost. I couldn’t find you.”
“Well, you have now, Sam, dear Sam,” said Frodo, and he lay back in Sam’s gentle arms, closing his eyes, like a child at rest when night-fears are driven away by some loved voice or hand.

The Return of the King, The Tower of Cirith Ungol, p.1190 or (via frodobaggins)

maquinafantasma:

lord of the ringz comission (WIP)

musingsfrombree:

Farewell Frodo by Jian Guo (x)