
I re-read The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R Tolkien for, maybe the fifth or sixth time since I discovered Middle-Earth at the age of 14. Later than most, earlier than some, Middle-Earth gradually became an alternate homeland. A source of comfort, an avenue for experimentation and quite simply, an escape from the world.
My long-lasting love for the Lord of the Rings universe isn’t unique – like any particularly engaging fantasy, millions across the globe are equally if not more enthralled by the complex interactions and unfamiliar yet alluring landscapes of Tolkien’s imaginary land peopled by Elves, Men, Dwarves, Dragons and of course, Hobbits.
Lol so, I’m just going to quote some of my favourite lines from the Fellowship of the Ring because anything else I say will sound awfully sentimental and I don’t want to despoil the books with my sappiness.
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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.
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”
(On Aragorn)
“Already she seemed to him, as by men of later days Elves still at times are seen: present and yet remote, a living vision of that which has already been left far behind by the flowing streams of Time”.
(on Galadriel)
“O Lorien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?”
(Galadriel’s song)




