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Poems in the Lord of the Rings [4/82]

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Aragorn and Éomer and Imrahil rode back towards the Gate of the City, and they were now weary beyond joy or sorrow. These three were unscathed, for such was their fortune and the skill and might of their arms, and few indeed had dared to abide them or look on their faces in the hour of their wrath. But many others were hurt or maimed or dead upon the field. The axes hewed Forlong as he fought alone and unhorsed; and both Duilin of Morthond and his brother were trampled to death when they assailed the mûmakil, leading their bowmen close to shoot at the eyes of the monsters. Neither Hirluin the fair would return to Pinnath Gelin, nor Grimbold to Grimslade, nor Halbarad to the Northlands, dour-handed Ranger. No few had fallen, renowned or nameless, captain or soldier; for it was a great battle and the full count of it no tale has told. So long afterward a maker in Rohan said in his song of the Mounds of Mundburg:

Poems in the Lord of the Rings [70/82]

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'Hail, King of the Mark!' he said. 'Ride now to victory! Bid Éowyn farewell!' and so he died, and knew not that Éowyn lay near him. And those who stood by wept, crying: 'Théoden King! Théoden King!'

But Éomer said to them:

Poems in the Lord of the Rings [67/82]

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Poems in the Lord of the Rings [3/82]

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Poems in the Lord of the Rings [2/82]

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Poems in the Lord of the Rings [1/80(?)]

Okay, so I made this thing because I decided that my New Year’s resolution would be to write every poem in tlotr this year to practice my calligraphy, and I suppose it’s easier to actually continue doing that if I have somewhere to gather it all. So yeah. As of now, no one knows of this blog, so heh I guess I’m just talking to myself. Well anyway, here’s the first poem in the book for obvious reasons 😆

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Found some old calligraphy in a math notebook from almost ten years ago.

First thing kind of looks too nicely composed for me at that time... I might have tried to copy something.

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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"

More practice and close ups.

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oh right i dont think (maybe i did and ive forgotten) ive posted this commission but

for yall lotr's out there

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Théoden's Battle Cry before the Battle of the Pelennor Fields.

My art in celtic style. Watercolor and ink

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I did the Riddle of Strider 🫡

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Birthday present for the dad

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And as if in answer, from down below, coming up the road out of the valley, voices sang:

Poems in the Lord of the Rings [82/82]

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It was evening, and the stars were glimmering in the eastern sky as they passed the ruined oak and turned and went on down the hill between the hazel-thickets. Sam was silent, deep in his memories. Presently he became aware that Frodo was singing softly to himself, singing the old walking-song, but the words were not quite the same.

Poems in the Lord of the Rings [81/82]

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They rode back to the middle of the village. There Sam turned aside and galloped off down the lane that led south to Cotton's. He had not gone far when he heard a sudden clear horn-call go up ringing into the sky. Far over the hill and field it echoed; and so compelling was that call that Sam himself almost turned and dashed back. His pony reared and neighed.

'On, lad' On! he cried. 'We'll be going back soon.'

Then he heard Merry change the note, and up went the Horn-cry of Buckland, shaking the air.

Poems in the Lord of the Rings [80/82]