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Poems in the Lord of the Rings [1/80(?)]

Okay, so I made this thing because I decided that my New Year’s resolution would be to write every poem in tlotr this year to practice my calligraphy, and I suppose it’s easier to actually continue doing that if I have somewhere to gather it all. So yeah. As of now, no one knows of this blog, so heh I guess I’m just talking to myself. Well anyway, here’s the first poem in the book for obvious reasons 😆

#new round of reblogs for the new followers :)

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Found some old calligraphy in a math notebook from almost ten years ago.

First thing kind of looks too nicely composed for me at that time... I might have tried to copy something.

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"All that is gold does not glitter/not all those who wander are lost/ the old that is strong does not wither/ deep roots are not reached by the frost"

More practice and close ups.

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oh right i dont think (maybe i did and ive forgotten) ive posted this commission but

for yall lotr's out there

#nice!

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Théoden's Battle Cry before the Battle of the Pelennor Fields.

My art in celtic style. Watercolor and ink

#wow!

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I did the Riddle of Strider 🫡

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Birthday present for the dad

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And as if in answer, from down below, coming up the road out of the valley, voices sang:

Poems in the Lord of the Rings [82/82]

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It was evening, and the stars were glimmering in the eastern sky as they passed the ruined oak and turned and went on down the hill between the hazel-thickets. Sam was silent, deep in his memories. Presently he became aware that Frodo was singing softly to himself, singing the old walking-song, but the words were not quite the same.

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They rode back to the middle of the village. There Sam turned aside and galloped off down the lane that led south to Cotton's. He had not gone far when he heard a sudden clear horn-call go up ringing into the sky. Far over the hill and field it echoed; and so compelling was that call that Sam himself almost turned and dashed back. His pony reared and neighed.

'On, lad' On! he cried. 'We'll be going back soon.'

Then he heard Merry change the note, and up went the Horn-cry of Buckland, shaking the air.

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'I evidently came back by much too straight a road from my trip. I think Gandalf might have shown me round a bit. But then the auction would have been over before I got back, and I should have had even more trouble than I did. Anyway it's too late now; and really I think it's much more comfortable to sit here and hear about it all. The fire's very cosy here, and the food's very good, and there are Elves when you want them. What more could one want?

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Then the Riders of the King's House upon white horses rode round about the barrow and sang together a song of Théoden Thengel's song that Gléowine his minstrel made, and he made no other song after. The slow voices of the Riders stirred the hearts even of those who did not know the speech of that people; but the words of the song brought a light to the eyes of the folk of the Mark as they heard again afar the thunder of the hooves of the North and the voice of Eorl crying above the battle upon the Field of Celebrant; and the tale of the kings rolled on, and the horn of Helm was loud in the mountains, until the Darkness came and King Théoden arose and rode through the Shadow to the fire, and died in splendour, even as the Sun, returning beyond hope, gleamed upon Mindolluin in the morning.

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Then Aragon took the crown and held it up and said:

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And before the Sun had fallen far from the noon out of the East there came a great Eagle flying, and he bore tidings beyond hope from the Lords of the West, crying:

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'And I,' said Legolas, 'shall walk in the woods of this fair land, which is rest enough. In days to come, if my Elven-lord allows, some of our folk shall remove hither; and when we come it shall be blessed, for a while. For a while: a month, a life, a hundred years of Men. But Anduin is near, and Anduin leads down to the Sea. To the Sea!

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As they came to the opening in the wood, they were surprised to see knights in bright mail and tall guards in silver and black standing there, who greeted them with honour and bowed before them. And then one blew a long trumpet, and they went on through the aisle of trees beside the singing stream. So they came to a wide green land, and beyond it was a broad river in a silver haze, out of which rose a long wooded isle, and many ships lay by its shores. But in the field where they now stood a great host was drawn up, in ranks and companies glittering in the sun. And as the Hobbits approached swords were unsheathed, and spears were shaken, and horns and trumpets sang, and men cried with many voices and in many tongues:

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