Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick. J.R.R. Tolkien,… Read More

Still round the corner we may meet…

Upon the hearth the fire is red, Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet, Still round the corner we may meet A sudden tree or standing stone That none have seen… Read More

My Walk in The Shire

Sing all ye joyful, now sing all together! The wind’s in the tree-top, the wind’s in the heather; The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower, And bright are the windows of night in her tower.Dance… Read More

Happy Halloween

“Cold be hand and heart and bone and cold be sleep under stone never more to wake on stony bed never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead In the black wind the stars shall die… Read More

Elen sila lumenn’ omentielvo

Hjerteskærende skrig flængede skovens stilhed efterfulgt af uhyggelige brøl, der fik håret til at rejse sig. Der stank af orker! Sometimes we take a long stroll trough a forest on our way out to do other things in daily… Read More

Dødemandsmarsken versus Bøllemosen

Jeg var ude ved Bøllemosen efter vores hjemkomst fra Sverige. Der var et helt unikt lys, som fik mig til at tænke på De To Tårne af Tolkien; scenen med Dødemandsmarsken. Sam kan ikke kan holde det ud… Read More