Quote From The Books - Blog Posts

“At the end of the second week in September a cart came in through Bywater from the direction of Brandywine Bridge in broad daylight. An old man was driving it all alone. He wore a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, and a silver scarf. He had a long white beard and bushy eyebrows that stuck out beyond the brim of his hat.”

"When the day came, the mood of the world about them had become soft and sad."

- The Fellowship of The Ring, J. R. R. Tolkien, Book 2, Chapter IX, "The Great River"

- The Fellowship of The Ring, J. R. R. Tolkien, Book 2, Chapter VIII, "Farewell to Lórien"

- The Fellowship of The Ring, J. R. R. Tolkien, Book 1, Chapter IV, "A Short Cut to Mushrooms"

The Hobbit, J. R. R. Tolkien

"Away eastward the sun was rising red out of the mists that lay thick around the world. Touches with gold and red the autumn trees seemed to be sailing rootless in a shadowy sea."

The Fellowship of the Ring, J. R. R. Tolkien

- The Fellowship of The Ring, J. R. R. Tolkien

- The Fellowship Of The Ring, J. R. R. Tolkien

- The Fellowship of The Ring, J. R. R. Tolkien

The first page of The Hobbit in the style of a 16th century medieval illuminated manuscript.

This started as a comfort drawing while I rewatched all the Hobbit films and ended up being a full on artwork that took a long time...

i love reading tolkien’s descriptive passages. there’s just something about them that makes them so vivid

also all the em dashes lol

They’re so sweet I’m going to cry

“Sam refused to leave his master. When Pippin had gone, he came and sat curled up at Frodo's feet, where at last he nodded and closed his eyes. Frodo remained long awake, talking with Gildor.”

"Fair lady!" said Frodo again after a while. "Tell me, if my asking does not seem foolish, who is Tom Bombadil?" "He is," said Goldberry, staying her swift movements and smiling. Frodo looked at her questioningly. "He is, as you have seen him," she said in answer to his look. "He is the Master of wood, water, and hill." "Then all this strange land belongs to him?" "No indeed!" she answered, and her smile faded. "That would indeed be a burden," she added in a low voice, as if to herself. "The trees and the grasses and all things growing or living in the land belong each to themselves. Tom Bombadil is the Master. No one has ever caught old Tom walking in the forest, wading in the water, leaping on the hill-tops under light and shadow. He has no fear. Tom Bombadil is master."

— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring