John R.R.Tolkien

By some curious chance one morning long ago in the quiet of the world, when there was less noise and more green, and the hobbits were still numerous and prosperous, and Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door aft

Manwë, Ulmo, Aulë, Oromë, Mandos,

Lórien, and Tulkas

Varda, Yavanna, Nienna,

Estë, Vairë, Vána, and Nessa

Varda, Yavanna, Nienna,

Estë, Vairë, Vána, and Nessa

I think that many confuse ‘applicability’ with ‘allegory’; but the one resides in the freedom of the reader, and the other in the purposed domination of the author.

Háma knelt and presented to Théoden a long sword in a scabbard clasped with gold and set with green gems.

He was thinking once again of his comfortable chair before the fire in his favourite sitting-room in his hobbit-hole, and of the kettle singing. Not for the last time!

While there’s life there’s hope!’

There and Back Again, a Hobbit’s Holiday

There’s no hurry, we have all the day before us!