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GANDALF "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. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king." "Altın olan her şey parlamaz, Her gezgin yitirmemiştir yolunu, Gücü olan yaşlı kolay kolay solmaz, Derindeki kök atlatır donu. Küllerden bir ateş dirilecek, Bir ışık fırlayacak gölgelerden, Kırılan kılıç yenilenecek, Şimdi taçsız olan, kral olacak yeniden."
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By Gandalf
Yok, en iyi öğretmen yanan eldir. Ondan sonra ateşe karşı verilen öğüt gönüle kadar iner
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Some books are almost impossible to review. If a book is bad, how easily can we dwell on its flaws! But if the book is good, how do you give any recommendation that is equal the book? Unless you are an author of equal worth to the one whose work you review, what powers of prose and observation are you likely to have to fitly adorn the
Hobbit
HobbitJ. R. R. Tolkien · İthaki Yayınları · 201913,9bin okunma
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Considering that The Lord of the Rings is one of the most popular books of the last century, it's surprising to see how few reviews there are here. I get the impression that many people feel guilty about liking it. It's a phase you go through, and the less said about it, the better. I think this is unfair to the book, which, I am
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Yüzüklerin EfendisiJ. R. R. Tolkien · Metis Yayınları · 201618,5bin okunma
Dawn means GANDALF, Gandalf means HOPE:)
"What of the dawn? they jeered. "We are the Uruk-hai: we do not stop the fight for night or day, for fair feather or for the storm. We come to kill,by sun or moon. What of the dawn? "None knows what the new day shall bring him." said Aragorn. "Şafağa ne olmuş? diye alay ettiler. "Biz Urukhai'larız: Biz savaşı gece olsun gündüz olsun, iyi havada olsun, kötü havada olsun terk etmeyiz. Öldürmeye geldik, ister güneş olsun, ister ay. Şafağa ne olmuş?" "Kimse yeni günün neler getireceğini bilemez," dedi Aragorn.
I am acquainted with that name! So is everybody! My own, my precious...
"But "It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my Precious."said Bilbo. "It has been called that before, Gandalf said, "but not by you."
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Good Morning
“Good Morning!" said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat. "What do you mean?" he said. "Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?" "All of them at once," said Bilbo. "And a very fine morning for a pipe of tobacco out of doors, into the bargain. "Good morning!" he said at last. "We don't want any adventures here, thank you! You might try over The Hill or across The Water." By this he meant that the conversation was at an end. "What a lot of things you do use Good morning for!" said Gandalf. "Now you mean that you want to get rid of me, and that it won't be good till I move off.”
“Of course!” said Gandalf. “And why should not they prove true? Surely you don’t disbelieve the prophecies, because you had a hand in bringing them about yourself? You don’t really suppose, do you, that all your adventures and escapes were managed by mere luck, just for your sole benefit? You are a very fine person, Mr. Baggins, and I am very fond of you; but you are only quite a little fellow in a wide world after all!”
Tolkien used the linguistic potency of myth to heighten the realism and density of his stories, providing a bridge between the remote past of Middle-earth and the epoch in which his tales took place. Hence, in The Lord of the Ring, the elves and Elvish-speaking figures sing songs dedicated to Beren, Earendil and other legendary heroes and heroines; a soldier of Gondor says "May the Valar turn him aside" when attacked by a Mumak; Frodo says "By Elbereth and Luthien the fair, you shall have neither the ring nor me!" when threatened by the ring-wraiths; the name "Eibereth Gilthoniel" is used, variously, as a desperate shield by Frodo on Weathertop, a war-cry by Sam in Cirith Ungol, and an expletive of despair by Legolas at the sight of a winged NazgUI on the banks of Anduin; in the dark of Moria, Aragorn says of Gandalf: "He is surer of finding the way home in a blind night than the cats of Queen Beruthiel"; and so on.
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The Silmarillion was offered for publication years ago, and turned down. Good may come of such blows. The Lord of the Rings was the result. The hobbits had been welcomed. I loved them myself, since I love the vulgar and simple as dearly as the noble, and nothing moves my heart (beyond all the passions and heartbreaks of the world) so much as 'ennoblement' (from the Ugly Duckling to Frodo). I would build on the hobbits. And I saw that I was meant to do it (as Gandalf would say), since without thought, in a 'blurb' I wrote for The Hobbit, I spoke of the time between the Elder Days and the Dominion of Men. Out ofthat came the 'missing link': the 'Downfall of Númenor', releasing some hidden 'complex'. For when Faramir speaks of his private vision of the Great Wave, he speaks for me. That vision and dream has been ever with me — and has been inherited (as I only discovered recently) by one of my children.
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As all things come to an end, even this story, a day came at last when they were in sight of the country where Bilbo had been born and bred, where the shapes of the land and of the trees were as well known to him as his hands and toes. Coming to a rise he could see his own Hill in the distance, and he stopped suddenly and said: Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone, By streams that never find the sea; Over snow by winter sown, And through the merry flowers of June, Over grass and over stone, And under mountains in the moon. Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and under star, Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar. Eyes that fire and sword have seen And horror in the halls of stone Look at last on meadows green And trees and hills they long have known. Gandalf looked at him. “My dear Bilbo!” he said. “Something is the matter with you! You are not the hobbit that you were.”