Or also from the map that Pyan has so helpfully supplied, the SOUTH UNDEEP and the NORTH UNDEEP, although I have no idea about their significance other than they would seem to lack depth.
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Or also from the map that Pyan has so helpfully supplied, the SOUTH UNDEEP and the NORTH UNDEEP, although I have no idea about their significance other than they would seem to lack depth.
farntfar said:Or also from the map that Pyan has so helpfully supplied, the SOUTH UNDEEP and the NORTH UNDEEP, although I have no idea about their significance other than they would seem to lack depth.
...since the great loops of Anduin (where it came down swiftly past Lorien and entered the low flat lands before its descent again into the chasm of the Emyn Muil) had many shallow and wide shoals over which a determined and well equipped enemy could force a crossing by rafts or pontoons, especially in the two westward bends, known as the North and South Undeeps.
Huger and darker yet grew Ungoliant, but her lust was unsated. 'With one hand thou givest,' she said; ' with the left only. Open thy right hand.' In his right hand Morgoth held close the Silmarils, and though they were locked in a crystal casket, they had begun to burn him, and his hand was clenched in pain; but he would not open it. 'Nay!' he said. 'Thou hast had thy due. For with my power that I put into thee thy work was accomplished. I need thee no more. These things thou shalt not have, nor see. I name them unto myself for ever....
Of the fate of Ungoliant no tale tells. Yet some have said that she ended long ago, when in her uttermost famine she devoured herself at last.
The Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers, Book Four, Chapter X, The Choices of Master SamwiseAs if his indomitable spirit had set its potency in motion, the glass blazed suddenly like a white torch in his hand. It flamed like a star that leaping from the firmament sears the dark air with intolerable light. No such terror out of heaven had ever burned in Shelob's face before. The beams of it entered into her wounded head and scored it with unbearable pain, and the dreadful infection of light spread from eye to eye. She fell back beating the air with her forelegs, her sight blasted by inner lightnings, her mind in agony....
Shelob was gone; and whether she lay long in her lair, nursing her malice and her misery, and in slow years of darkness healed herself from within, rebuilding her clustered eyes, until with hunger like death she spun once more her dreadful snares in the glens of the Mountains of Shadow, this tale does not tell.
"Earendil's star", of course, is the Silmaril of the air, burning on his brow.'And you, Ring Bearer,' she said, turning to Frodo. 'I come to you last who are not last in my thoughts. For you I have prepared this.' She held up a small crystal phial: it glittered as she moved it, and rays of white light sprang from her hand. 'In this phial', she said, 'is caught the light of Earendil's star....'
The Dead Marshes and the approaches to the Morannon owe something to Northern France after the Battle of the Somme.
So I took to 'escapism': or really transforming experience into another form and symbol with Morgoth and Orcs and the Eldalie (representing beauty and grace of life and artefact) and so on; and it has stood me in good stead in many hard years since and I still draw on the conceptions then hammered out.]
Atta boy Clarence.
By the way. Where does all the bell business originally come from?
I have to say that this one was really challenging. We want more, Far!