The author of The Lord of the Rings was born on January 3, 1892, and thus would have been 120 (twelvety?) years old today.
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The author of The Lord of the Rings was born on January 3, 1892, and thus would have been 120 (twelvety?) years old today.
((You remembered this one without my reminding–good show, I say!))
Garo arad-o-onnad ‘elir, you most flamablamablous of authors! Thank you so much for your incredible creations.
The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.
Four rings for the GAPA-kings inside the blog
Several thousand for the Musers, from wherever they come
Nine for the Fellowship who traveled through fog
One for Tolkien on his thronYe of awesome
In the land that we wish were reality
One author that is cool
One who wrote treasures
One author’s not a fool
‘Cause he was a professor
In the land that we wish were reality
What the cake happened to “throne”?
This reminds me of the other day when a friend and I decided to take out our mutual frustrations with programming in Java by writing a version of the one ring poem using programming languages.
Legendary birthday, sir!
Happiest of birthdays, sir!
Happy birthday, Professor. Thank you so much.
*bows*
*presents with waybread*
Happy birthday, and thank you for all you did.
Glittering sand slid through my hand,
dust of pearl and jewel-grist,
trumpets of opal, roses of coral,
flutes of green and amethyst.
But under cliff-eaves there were glooming caves,
weed-curtained, dark and grey;
a cold air stirred in my hair,
and the light waned, as I hurried away.
-J.R.R. Tolkien
Happy birthday, Professor Tolkien. You make my life a bit better every single day.
Thank you so much, Tolkien, and have a flammy birthday, wherever you are!
I would quote some poem, but I always get my Elven and Klingon vocabularies mixed up.
SFTDP, but today is also Cicero’s birthday. So happy birthday Cicero!
…the crazy jester from Skyrim?
The Roman writer, I think.
Yep, I was referring to the roman Cicero guy.
Now that I’m not on my phone, I’ll add this:
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
From the ashes a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadow shall spring
Renewed will be blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king.
-J.R.R. Tolkien, any errors are mine as I copied it out from memory.
Oooh, ooh, we did the same thing!
And YOU got it right!
That was always one of my favorite poems.
In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe ’tis starless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey’s end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above the shadows rides the sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the stars farewell.
-J.R.R. Tolkien
That was very nearly from memory! I’ve been working on it.
Coincidentally, I’ve been meaning to re-read the entire series, and my family is in the process of watching all of the movies. It’s my first time ever seeing them, believe it or not. We’re about halfway through The Fellowship of the Ring right now.
Thank you Tolkien!
First…time…ever?!
I KNOW WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. I read the books in early middle school, I’m sure. For a while, my parents were concerned about the violence, and then my dad kept saying that they deserved to be watched on a big screen. That condition wasn’t met until two years ago when my family built an awesome, wall-sized home theater in our basement. My family doesn’t watch movies that often, though, and my brother has until now refused to watch because he hasn’t read the books yet. Oh well, better late than never!