February 2011
50 posts
There are none who can.
Feb 9th
You did not seriously think that a hobbit could contend with the will of Sauron.
Feb 7th
Frodo!
Feb 7th
And kill the one who carries it.
Feb 7th
They will find the Ring.
Feb 7th
They’ve reached the Shire?
Feb 7th
They crossed the River Isen on Midsummer’s Eve, disguised as riders in black.
Feb 7th
The Nine?
Feb 7th
The Nine have left Minas Morgul.
Feb 7th
Sauron’s forces are already moving.
Feb 7th
The hour is later than you think.
Feb 7th
We do not know who else may be watching.
Feb 7th
They are not all accounted for, the lost Seeing Stones.
Feb 7th
Why should we fear to use it?
Feb 7th
Why?
Feb 7th
A palantír is a dangerous tool, Saruman.
Feb 7th
I have seen it.
Feb 7th
How?
Feb 7th
You know this?
Feb 7th
Very soon, he will have summoned an army great enough to launch an assault upon Middle-earth.
Feb 7th
He is gathering all evil to him.
Feb 7th
The Eye of Sauron.
Feb 7th
A great eye — lidless, wreathed in flame.
Feb 7th
You know of what I speak, Gandalf.
Feb 7th
His gaze pierces cloud, shadow, earth, and flesh.
Feb 7th
Concealed within his fortress, the Lord of Mordor sees all.
Feb 7th
He cannot yet take physical form, but his spirit has lost none of its potency.
Feb 7th
Sauron has regained much of his former strength.
Feb 7th
Time? What time do you think we have?
Feb 7th
But we still have time — time enough to counter Sauron, if we act quickly.
Feb 7th
Your love of the Halflings’ leaf has clearly slowed your mind.
Feb 7th
Yet you did not have the wit to see it.
Feb 7th
All these long years, it was in the Shire — under my very nose.
Feb 7th
So the Ring of Power has been found.
Feb 7th
Beyond any doubt.
Feb 7th
You are sure of this?
Feb 7th
Saruman.
Feb 7th
My old friend.
Feb 7th
For that is why you have come, is it not?
Feb 7th
The hour grows late, and Gandalf the Grey rides to Isengard, seeking my counsel.
Feb 7th
Smoke rises from the Mountain of Doom.
Feb 7th
Me neither, Sam.
Feb 7th
I’m never going to be able to sleep out here.
Feb 7th
It’s not working, Mr. Frodo.
Feb 7th
Just shut your eyes and imagine you’re back in your own bed with a soft mattress and a lovely feather pillow.
Feb 7th
Everywhere I lie, there’s a dirty great root sticking into my back.
Feb 7th
I don’t know why; it makes me sad.
Feb 7th
Never to return.
Feb 7th
They’re leaving Middle-earth.
Feb 7th
They’re going to the harbor beyond the White Towers, to the Grey Havens.
Feb 7th