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Though he walked and breathed, and about him living leaves and flowers were stirred by the same cool wind as fanned his face, Frodo felt that he was in a timeless land that did not fade or change or fall into forgetfulness. When he had gone and passed again into the outer world, still Frodo the wanderer from the Shire would walk there, upon the grass among elanor and niphredil in fair Lothlórien.

The Fellowship of the Ring, JRR Tolkien
(via e-louise-bates)

But as they came to the east end of the village they met a barrier with a large board saying NO ROAD; and behind it stood a large band of Shirriffs with staves in their hands and feathers in their caps, looking both important and rather scared.

‘What’s all this?’ said Frodo, feeling inclined to laugh.

‘This is what it is, Mr. Baggins, said the leader of the Shirriffs, a two-feather hobbit: ‘You’re arrested for Gate-breaking, and Tearing up of Rules, and Assaulting Gate-keepers, and Trespassing, and Sleeping in Shire-buildings without Leave, and Bribing Guards with Food.’

‘And what else?’ said Frodo.

‘That’ll do to go on with,’ said the Shirriff-leader.

‘I can add some more, if you like it,’ said Sam. ‘Calling your Chief Names, Wishing to punch his Pimply Face, and Thinking you Shirriffs look a lot of Tom-fools.’

‘There now, Mister, that’ll do. It’s the Chief’s orders that you’re to come along quiet. We’re going to take you to Bywater and hand you over to the Chief’s Men; and when he deals with your case you can have your say. But if you don’t want to stay in the Lockholes any longer than you need, I should cut the say short, if I was you.’

To the discomfiture of the Shirriffs Frodo and his companions all roared with laughter. ‘Don’t be absurd!’ said Frodo. ‘I am going where I please, and in my own time. I happen to be going to Bag End on business, but if you insist on going too, well that is your affair.’

The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, “The Scouring of the Shire”

Frodo after a few mouthfuls of lembas settled deep into the brown fern and went to sleep. Sam looked at him… Frodo’s face was peaceful, the marks of fear and care had left it; but it looked old, old and beautiful, as if the chiselling of the shaping years was now revealed in many fine lines that had before been hidden, though the identity of the face was not changed. Not that Sam Gamgee put it that way to himself. He shook his head, as if finding words useless, and murmured: `I love him. He’s like that, and sometimes it shines through, somehow. But I love him, whether or no.‘

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers (via tartelperien)

hedonistbyheart:

Lotr: Flight to the ford by Hedonistbyheart

“Glorfindel caught Frodo as he sank to the ground, and taking him gently in his arms he looked in his face with grave anxiety.

(…)

He searched the wound on Frodo’s shoulder with his fingers, and his face grew graver, as if what he learned disquieted him. But Frodo felt the chill lessen in his side and arm; a little
warmth crept down from his shoulder to his hand, and the pain grew easier.
The dusk of evening seemed to grow lighter about him, as if a cloud had been withdrawn. He saw his friends’ faces more clearly again, and a measure of new hope and strength returned.”
– the Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien

I need to go back to the books again now for a while.

Skimming a bit through the LotR drafts in HoMe again…

all-things-devours:

‘I saw you!’ said Frodo, ‘walking backwards and forwards: the moon shone in your hair.’

Gandalf looked at him in amazement. ‘Wake up, Frodo,’ he said, ‘you are dreaming.’

‘I was dreaming,’ said Frodo. ‘Your words suddenly recalled a dream I had. I thought it was only a dream and had forgotten it. I think it was in Bombadil’s house. I saw a shadow – ’

‘That’s enough!’ laughed Gandalf. ‘It was a dream, but a true one, it seems. However, the story is mine, and you need not spoil the telling of it.’

Gandalf cares about spoilers.