Re: Μπορεί να θεωρηθεί λογοτεχνικό αριστούργημα "Ο άρχοντας των Δαχτυλιδιών";
Μερικά αποσπάσματα από αυτό το αμφίβολης λογοτεχνικής αξίας έργο......:
"Many that live deserve death. And some die that deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then be not too eager to deal out death in the name of justice, fearing for your own safety. Even the wise cannot see all ends."
Gandalf
Á lelya séressë! Lá equen: áva nainuvalyë; an lá ilyë níreli nar úmiéo.
'Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil."
Gandalf
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
The Lament of the Rohirrim
"You cannot pass! I am servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun. Go back to the shadow! You cannot pass!"
Gandalf to the Balrog
"War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend..."
Faramir
"The Two Towers"
A Elbereth Gilthoniel!
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-díriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, sí nef aearon!
Ode to Elbereth
Gondor was about to fall, the king of angmar and gandalf are facing down at the gate and this comes:
And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the city, a cock crowed. shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of war nor of wizardry, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn. And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns horns, in dark mindolluins sides they dimly echoed. great horns of the north wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last.
"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in the world, Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought."
Gandalf
It’s like in the great stories,. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened. But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, , I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. Because they were holding on to something." –
They were holding on to the fact that there is some good in this world and it’s worth fighting for
Sam
“And the ship went out into the High Sea and passed on into the West, until at last on a night of rain Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water. And then it seemed to him that as in his dream in the house of Bombadil, the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise.”
-- J.R.R.Tolkien, Return of the King, “The Grey Havens”
Και αυτό είναι για μένα :
Aragorn: What is it you fear lady?
Eowyn: A cage. To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recalls or desire.
