Welkom bij het Middle Earth-Chattopic! In dit topic ontmoet je andere fans van The Hobbit, Lord of The Rings en natuurlijk de geweldig boeken van Tolkien! De bedoeling van dit topic is om plaatjes uit te wisselen van je favoriete karakters, andere fans te ontmoeten, filmpjes, quotes, etc. te sturen, maar vooral om veel lol met elkaar te hebben! Dit is een chattopic en is bedoeld om lekker met elkaar te chatten over onze fantastische helden en heldinnen. Gespam is toegestaan, zolang het maar over Midden Aarde en alles daar omheen gaat.
Alle spoilers over het (waarschijnlijke) verloop van de derde film van The Hobbit,
dienen tussen [ spoiler] [ /spoiler] gezet te worden.
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In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.
Vers 1; Journey's End - J.R.R. Tolkien
From a World's End there he turned away,
and yearned again to find afar
his home through shadows journeying,
and burning as an island star
on high above the mists he came,
a distant flame before the Sun,
a wonder ere the waking dawn
where grey the Norland waters run.
And over Middle-Earth he passed
and heard at last the weeping sore
of women and of elven-maids
in Elder Days, in years of yore.
Vers 16&17; Earendil - J.R.R. Tolkien
O! Wanderers in the shadowed land
Despair not! For though dark they stand,
All woods there be must end at last,
And see the open sun go past:
The setting sun, the rising sun,
The day's end, or the day begun.
For east or west all woods must fail.
All Woods Must Fail - J.R.R. Tolkien
Far over the misty mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere bre'ak of day,
To find our long forgotten gold.
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.
Vers 5&7; Over The Misty Mountains Cold - J.R.R. Tolkien
To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling?
The voices of my people gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling.
In Eressea, in Elvenhome, that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people forever!
The Sea - J.R.R. Tolkien
[ bericht aangepast op 26 maart 2014 - 23:03 ]
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