Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
Our democracy, our culture, our whole way of life is a spectacular triumph of the blah. Why not have a political convention without politics to nominate a leader who's out in front of nobody Maybe our national mindlessness is the very thing that keeps us from turning into one of those smelly European countries full of pseudo-reds and crypto-fascists and greens who dress like forest elves.
Go not to the elves for counsel, for they will say both yes and no.
Tolkien reintroduced the world of fairy tale to a new audience. It was a very traditional image of fairy tale -- elves, dwarves, trolls, dragons, wizards. Those have all come out of fairy tales. But Tolkien put the whole thing on the map, ... A lot of that stuff is traditional material that he has codified and rationalized in a kind of 20th-century way.
Don't you know my name yet That's the only answer. Tell me, who are you alone, yourself and nameless But you are young and I am old. Eldest, that's what I am. Mark my words, my friends Tom was here before the river and the trees Tom remembers the first raindrop and the first acorn. He made paths before the Big People, and saw the little People arriving. He was here before the Kings and the graves and the Barrow-wights. When the Elves passed westward, Tom was here already, before the seas were bent. He knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth, come they in shape of demons, gods, or elves, are allegories with deep hearts of truth that tell us solemn secrets of ourselves.
But they were, all of them, deceived, for another Ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master Ring, to control all others. And into this Ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One Ring to rule them all. One by one, the Free Lands of Middle Earth fell to the power of the Ring. But there were some who resisted. A Last Alliance of Men and Elves marched against the armies of Mordor and on the slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle Earth. Victory was near. But the power of the Ring could not be undone.
Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress.
Know you what it is to be a child It is to be something very different from the man of to-day. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its own soul.
Elves have this superhuman strength, yet they're so graceful. Tolkien created them to be angelic spirits, but I also saw Legolas as something out of the Seven Samurai.
We've gotten such a good system down, my managers can get a lot of stuff done. It was unbelievable around here (Sunday) night. If you open the door in that room it was Santa's elves working on Christmas Day. They were going at it. There were sparks coming out of that room. They all take some ownership.
Elves are cool, man.
It was like Santa's elves working on Christmas day.
'We will make such a chase as shall be accounted a marvel among the Three Kindreds Elves, Dwarves and Men. Forth the Three Hunters' Like a deer he sprang away. Through the trees he sped. On and on he led them, tireless and swift, now that his mind was at last made up. The woods about the lake they left behind. Long slopes they climbed, dark, hard-edged against the sky already red with sunset. They passed away, grey shadows in a stony land.
Elves are like trees, grounded and focused from the trunk down but graceful and agile on top.
A world in which elves exist and magic works offers greater opportunities to digress and explore.
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