Burn, burn tree and fern! Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch To light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Bake and toast โem, fry and roast โem! till beards blaze, and eyes glaze; till hair smells and skins crack, fat melts, and bones black in cinders lie beneath the sky! So dwarves shall die, and light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Ya-harri-hey! Ya hoy!
J. R. R. TolkienAnd thou, Melkor, shalt see that no theme may be played that hath not its uttermost source in me, nor can any alter the music in my despite. For he that attempteth this shall prove but mine instrument in the devising of things more wonderful, which he himself hath not imagined.
J. R. R. TolkienArise, arise, Riders of Thรฉoden! Fell deeds awake, fire and slaughter! spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!
J. R. R. TolkienI am a Christianโฆso that I do not expect โhistoryโ to be anything but a โlong defeatโ โ though it contains (and in a legend may contain more clearly and movingly) some samples or glimpses of final victory.
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