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Eowyn kills the Witch-King

“Begone, foul dwimmerlaik, lord of carrion! Leave the dead in peace!“

A cold voice answered: ‘Come not between the Nazgûl and his prey! Or he will not slay thee in thy turn. He will bear thee away to the houses of lamentation, beyond all darkness, where thy flesh shall be devoured, and thy shrivelled mind be left naked to the Lidless Eye.”

A sword rang as it was drawn. “Do what you will; but I will hinder it, if I may.”

“Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!”

Then Merry heard of all sounds in that hour the strangest. It seemed that Dernhelm laughed, and the clear voice was like the ring of steel. “But no living man am I!”

–JRR Tolkien, The Battle of Pelennor Fields, Return of the King

Bard the Bowman

The Black Arrow by Ted Nasmith
The Black Arrow by Ted Nasmith

“Wait! Wait!” [the thrush] said to him. “The moon is rising. Look for the hollow of the left breast as he flies and turns above you!”

“Arrow!” said the bowman. “Black arrow! I have saved you to the last. You have never failed me and always I have recovered you. I had you from my father and he from of old. If ever you came from the forges of the true King under the mountain, go now and speed well!”

The Hobbit, Ch 14 Fire and Water

The Ent and the Entwife

Farewell to Fangorn by Luca Bonatti
Farewell to Fangorn by Luca Bonatti


When spring unfolds the beechen-leaf and sap is in the bough,
When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow,
When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain air,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is fair!


When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade,
When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid,
When sun and shower upon the earth with fragrance fill the air,
I’ll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair!


When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold,
When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!


When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown;
When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town;
When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West,
I’ll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best!


When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;
When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day;
When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain
I’ll look for thee, and call to thee; I’ll come to thee again!


When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last;
When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past;
I’ll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again:
Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain!


Together we will take the road that leads into the West,
And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.


(Sung to Merry and Pippin by Treebeard in The Two Towers, written by JRR Tolkien)

Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold

Smaug Flies over the Lonely Mountain by JRR Tolkien
Smaug Flies over the Lonely Mountain by JRR Tolkien

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men they looked up with faces pale;
The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!

– JRR Tolkien, The Hobbit


Unfinished Tales » Humans » Númenóreans

Tar-Ancalimë “Queen of Long Light”
daughter of Tar-Aldarion and Erendis; became the first Ruling Queen of Númenor. She was born in Númenor in 873 SA and said to be one of the most beautiful of all Númenóreans. Her father was always away at sea for most of her childhood, so she never saw him often. Her mother Erendis became increasing estranged from her husband and so she and Ancalimë moved to her White House in Emerié. There Ancalimë grew up and was raised only among women (Zamîn being her nanny), so she knew and saw very little of men. In fact, her mother often talked badly of men, primarily because she felt left behind and betrayed by Aldarion. She told Ancalimë that, “…women to them are but fires on the hearth–for others to tend, until they are tired of play in the evening…Therefore do not bend Ancalimë. Once bend a little, and they will bend you further until you are bowed down.” Ancalimë would spend time in both Emerië and Armenelos, the capital and King’s city of Numenor. Her people called her “Emerwen Aranel”, the Princess Shepherdess, because of her unusual upbringing in the land of Emerië. Ancalimë would spend some time in hiding at a farm during her teenage years and lived as a shepherdess, her royal identity being kept in secret. There she met a young shepherd named Mámandil (“Friend of Sheep”). He declared his love for her and revealed that he was actually Hallacar, a nobleman of the line of Elros. She told him who she really was, although he already knew, and was angry at him for deceiving her and said she would prefer to marry no man.

Her father Tar-Aldarion became King in 883 SA and in 892 changed the law in Númenor so that the eldest child of the King, whether man or woman, should become the Ruler. So in 1075 SA, Ancalimë became Tar-Ancalimë, the first Ruling Queen of Númenor. She remained unmarried for a long time but grew worried that if she remained childless, her cousin Soronto (son of Ailinel) would succeed her. In order to spite Soronto, she eventually married Hallacar. The marriage was more one of politics than of love because she wanted to produce an heir in order to secure her throne. She disliked the idea of marriage and rarely spent time with Hallacar. Following the birth of their son, Hallacar and Tar-Ancalimë lived apart. After her father’s death in 1098, she neglected his sea-faring policies and gave no further aid to Gil-galad. She was a very proud and willful Queen. Ancalimë relinquished the Sceptre in 1280 and was succeeded by her son, Tar-Anárion. Her son’s daughters, and all the women of her court, disliked and feared Ancalimë because she would refuse to let them marry. Ancalimë died in year 1285 SA, at the age of 412 years.


Unfinished Tales » Humans » Númenóreans

Silmariën “Shining Home”
born 521 SA in Armenelos, she was the daughter of Tar-Elendil, the 4th King of Númenor and was the mother of Valandil, the first Lord of Andúnië. Silmariën was the oldest child of Tar-Elendil. She had a younger sister named Isilmë, and a younger brother Meneldur. Meneldur succeeded their father as King in 740 SA and he himself was the father of Aldarion the Mariner (wife of Erendis and father of Ancalimë).

Silmariën married the nobleman Elatan of Andúnië and thus moved to that city. Andúnië was a port city on the western coast of Númenor. Their son Valandil (“Devoted to the Valar”), became the first Lord of Andúnië. Although not in direct line of royal succession, these Lords were important to the future of their royal family. The Lords of Andúnië were the leaders of the Elendili, or Elf-friends, the Faithful who still supported the Elves and Valar even after the Kings became corrupt. During the Downfall of Númenor more than 2500 years later, Elendil, the heir to the Lord of Andúnië line and therefore a descendant of Silmariën, fled to Middle-earth with his sons Isildur and Anarion and many of the remaining Faithful, where they founded the line of Kings of Gondor and Arnor. Elendil and his sons were the only royal descendants that survived, since Ar-Pharazôn died in the destruction, thus they became Kings of the Númenórean descendants, or Dúnedain.

Silmariën could be said to be the most significant person in Númenor’s royal family for two reasons: because she was the founder of the Lords of Andúnië, therefore continuing the Númenórean royal bloodline in Middle-earth after the Downfall. Also, she inherited the sword Narsil and the Ring of Barahir from her father and these sacred heirlooms were handed down through her descendants for many generations and eventually reached Aragorn. She also owned the original Elendilmir, “Star of Elendil”, a precious white jewel that she passed to the Lords of Andúnië and eventually to Elendil and used by him as a token of Dúnedain royalty instead of a crown.