The Book of Lost Tales 2 Quotes

“He was tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales 2

“Each day before the end of eve
she sought her lover, nor would him leave,
until the stars were dimmed, and day
came glimmering eastward silver-grey.
Then trembling-veiled she would appear,
and dance before him, half in fear;
there flitting just before his feet
she gently chid with laughter sweet:
'Come! dance now, Beren, dance with me!
For fain thy dancing I would see!”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales 2

“þæs ofereode; þisses swa mǽg... (‘Time has passed since then, this too can pass’)”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales 2

“How it came ever that among Men the Noldoli have been confused with the Orcs who are Melko's goblins, I know not, unless it be that certain of the Noldoli were twisted to the evil of Melko and mingled among these Orcs, for all that race were bred by Melko of the subterranean heats and slime. Their hearts were of granite and their bodies deformed; foul their faces which smiled not, but their laugh that of the clash of metal, and to nothing were they more fain than to aid in the basest of the purposes of Melko. The greatest hatred was between them and the Noldoli, who named them Glamhoth, or folk of dreadful hate.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales 2

“How it came ever that among Men the Noldoli have been confused with the Orcs who are Melko's goblins, I know not, unless it be that certain of the Noldoli were twisted to the evil of Melko and mingled among these Orcs, for all that race were bred by Melko of the subterranean heats and slime. Their hearts were of granite and their bodies deformed; foul their faces which smiled not, but their laugh that of the clash of metal, and to nothing were they more fain than to aid in the basest of the purposes of Melko.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales 2

“Long has my heart been set on a journey far from here; lo! now at length I will follow these swans.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales 2

“and those places where the sea bores into the black cliffs and yells aloud.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales, Part Two

“Wherefore is it that there is hatred still between the Elves and all cats even now when Melko rules no more,”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales, Part Two

“Memories faded dim, a wraith of vanishing loveliness in the trees, a rustle of the grass, a glint of dew, some subtle intonation of the wind;”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales 2

“...for the maids and women of the Gondothlim were as fair as the sun and as lovely as the moon and brighter than the stars. Glory dwelt in that city of Gondolin of the Seven Names, and its ruin was the most dread of all the sacks of cities upon the face of Earth.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales 2

“Now came days when Tuor had dwelt among the Gondothlim many years. Long had he known and cherished a love for the king’s daughter, and now was his heart full of that love. Great love too had Idril for Tuior, and the strands of her fate were woven with his even from that day when first she gazed upon him from a high window as he stood a way-wom suppliant before the palace of the king. Little cause had Turgon to withstand their love, for he saw in Tuor a kinsman of comfort and great hope. Thus was first wed a child of Men with a daughter of Elfinesse, nor was Tuor the last. Less bliss have many had than they, and their sorrow in the end was great. Yet great was the mirth of those days...”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales 2

“There did she stay her feet and standing spake as to herself: “O waters of the forest whither do ye go? Wilt thou take Nienóri, Nienóri daughter of Úrin, child of woe? O ye white foams, would that ye might lave me clean — but deep, deep must be the waters that would wash my memory of this nameless curse. O bear me hence, far far away, where are the waters of the unremembering sea. O waters of the forest whither do ye go?”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales 2

“indeed from the most cruel and most savage he bred the race of wolves,”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales, Part Two