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Elenya, 49 Hríve – Today in Middle-earth History

The Great Tree at Caras Galadhon, by Ted Nasmith

‘The Great Tree at Caras Galadhon,’ by Ted Nasmith

Third Age 3019:  The Company, led by Haldir, reach Caras Galadhon by evening.

There was a wide treeless space before them, running in a great circle and bending away on either hand. Beyond it was a deep fosse lost in soft shadow, but the grass upon its brink was green, as if it glowed still in memory of the sun that had gone. Upon the further side there rose to a great height a green wall encircling a green hill thronged with mallorn-trees taller than any they had yet seen in all the land. Their height could not be guessed, but they stood up in the twilight like living towers. In their, many-tiered branches and amid their ever-moving leaves countless lights were gleaming, green and gold and silver. Haldir turned towards the Company.

‘Welcome to Caras Galadhon!’ he said. ‘Here is the city of the Galadhrim where dwell the Lord Celeborn and Galadriel the Lady of Lórien.’
[...]
Haldir knocked and spoke, and the gates opened soundlessly; but of guards Frodo could see no sign. The travellers passed within, and the gates shut behind them. They were in a deep lane between the ends of the wall, and passing quickly through it they entered the City of the Trees. No folk could they see, nor hear any feet upon the paths; but there were many voices, about them, and in the air above. Far away up on the hill they could hear the sound of singing falling from on high like soft rain upon leaves.

They went along many paths and climbed many stairs, until they came to the high places and saw before them amid a wide lawn a fountain shimmering. It was lit by silver lamps that swung from the boughs of trees, and it fell into a basin of silver, from which a white stream spilled. Upon the south side of the lawn there stood the mightiest of all the trees; its great smooth bole gleamed like grey silk, and up it towered, until its first branches, far above, opened their huge limbs under shadowy clouds of leaves.

[The Fellowship of the Ring, LotR, Book II, Ch 7, The Mirror of Galadriel]

Menelya, 47 Hríve – Today In Middle-earth History

Third Age 3019: The Bridge of Khazad-Dûm. Gandalf fights the Balrog and falls. The rest of the Fellowship reach the river Nimrodel at nightfall.

Gandalf faces the Balrog of Moria

The Balrog reached the bridge. Gandalf stood in the middle of the span, leaning on the staff in his left hand, but in his other hand Glamdring gleamed, cold and white. His enemy halted again, facing him, and the shadow about it reached out like two vast wings. It raised the whip, and the thongs whined and cracked. Fire came from its nostrils. But Gandalf stood firm.

‘You cannot pass,’ he said. The orcs stood still, and a dead silence fell. ‘I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass.’

The Balrog made no answer. The fire in it seemed to die, but the darkness grew. It stepped forward slowly on to the bridge, and suddenly it drew itself up to a great height, and its wings were spread from wall to wall; but still Gandalf could be seen, glimmering in the gloom; he seemed small, and altogether alone: grey and bent, like a wizened tree before the onset of a storm.

From out of the shadow a red sword leaped flaming.

Glamdring glittered white in answer.

There was a ringing clash and a stab of white fire. The Balrog fell back and its sword flew up in molten fragments. The wizard swayed on the bridge, stepped back a pace, and then again stood still.

‘You cannot pass!’ he said.

With a bound the Balrog leaped full upon the bridge. Its whip whirled and hissed.

[...]

At that moment Gandalf lifted his staff, and crying aloud he smote the bridge before him. The staff broke asunder and fell from his hand. A blinding sheet of white flame sprang up. The bridge cracked. Right at the Balrog’s feet it broke, and the stone upon which it stood crashed into the gulf, while the rest remained, poised, quivering like a tongue of rock thrust out into emptiness.

With a terrible cry the Balrog fell forward, and its shadow plunged down and vanished. But even as it fell it swung its whip, and the thongs lashed and curled about the wizard’s knees, dragging him to the brink. He staggered and fell, grasped vainly at the stone, and slid into the abyss. ‘Fly, you fools!’ he cried, and was gone.

[The Fellowship of the Ring, LotR Book 2, Ch 5, The Bridge of Khazad-dûm]

Isilya, 27th Quellë – Today in Middle-earth History

Third Age 3019: The Battle of Bywater. Saruman is killed by his servant Gríma Wormtongue. With Saruman’s death the War of the Ring finally ends.

Death of Saruman by Joan Wyatt

Death of Saruman by Joan Wyatt

Anarya, 26th Quellë – Today in Middle-earth History

Horn of the MarkThird Age 3019: The returning hobbits rouse the Shire-folk against Sharkey’s (a.k.a. Saruman) men. Merry sounds the Horn of the Mark, which had been given to him by Eowyn. Every year after, the Horn of the Mark was sounded on this day in Buckland to mark the occasion.

They rode back to the middle of the village. There Sam turned aside and galloped off down the lane that led south to Cotton’s. He had not gone far when he heard a sudden clear horn-call go up ringing into the sky. Far over hill and field it echoed; and so compelling was that call that Sam himself almost turned and dashed back. His pony reared and neighed.

‘On, lad! On!’ he cried. ‘We’ll be going back soon.’

Then he heard Merry change the note, and up went the Horn-cry of Buckland, shaking the air.

Awake! Awake! Fear, Fire, Foes! Awake!
Fire, Foes! Awake!

[The Return of the King, LotR, Book 6, Ch 8, The Scouring of the Shire]

Elenya, 25th Quellë – Today in Middle-earth History

Third Age 3019: The hobbits travel to Frogmorton and are arrested by the Shirriffs as evening falls.

Frogmorton, as seen in LOTRO

Frogmorton, as seen in Lord of the Rings Online (LOTRO)

 

Aldúya, 22nd Quellë – Today in Middle-earth History

Third Age 3019: The Travellers reach the town of Bree by nightfall.

Village of Bree