Onen i-Estel Edain, ú-chebin estel anim. [I gave Hope to the Dúnedain, I have kept no hope for myself.]
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Today in Middle-Earth: Bilbo and the dwarves escape in the afternoon (September 21st, 2941 T.A.)
“Upon my word!” said Thorin, when Bilbo whispered to him to come out and join his friends, “Gandalf spoke true, as usual! A pretty fine burglar you make, it seems, when the time comes. I am sure we are all for ever at your service, whatever happens after this. But what comes next?”
Bilbo saw that the time had come to explain his idea, as far as he could; but he did not feel at all sure how the dwarves would take it. His fears were quite justified, for they did not like it a bit, and started grumbling loudly in spite of their danger.
“We shall be bruised and battered to pieces, and drowned too, for certain!” they muttered. “We thought you had got some sensible notion, when you managed to get hold of the keys. This is a mad idea!”
“Very well!” said Bilbo very downcast, and also rather annoyed. “Come along back to your nice cells, and I will lock you all in again, and you can sit there comfortably and think of a better plan—but I don’t suppose I shall ever get hold of the keys again, even if I feel inclined to try.”
That was too much for them, and they calmed down.
Nice picture of Martin posing with a fans pug in Wellington, NZ - 4/15/12
“No taste of food, no feel of water, no sound of wind, no memory of tree or grass or flower, no image of moon or star are left to me. I am naked in the dark, Sam, and there is no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I begin to see it even with my waking eyes, and all else fades.”
The Shire! I seriously can’t wait for the third and last Hobbit film. Who else is excited and loves Tolkien’s stories?!