Tolkien

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In the year of 1891, the 21-year-old Mabel Suffield travelled all the way from England to South Africa. She was about to marry the thirteen year older Arthur Tolkien. Nothing went wrong and they enjoyed life together in the hot South African continent.
In January the third, the year after, Mabel gave birth to a son. They gave him the name John Ronald Reul Tolkien. Who was to become one of the greatest writers of his and our time.
The little family went on living well and only two years later Mabel gave birth to Ronald’s little brother, Hilary Arthur Reul.
But the hot climate had started to wear both Mabel and Ronald out so Mabel decided to take the boys with her back to England and her family for a long holiday.
Later the same year Mabel received a message from South Africa. Arthur had fallen ill and was in a dying stage. Mabel immediately started preparing for a journey back, but just as she was packing, she received a second message. It told of Arthur’s death.
The family was devastated and Mabel was left to try and find a place to live in England for her and the boys with the small amount of money Arthur had left behind.
Though all the trouble that had struck the poor family, Ronald’s intellect was flourishing and he learned to read at the early age of four. He already had an outstanding linguistic talent. He also had a talent for drawing. He had a great interest in trees and spent a lot of time drawing pictures of them.

So that Ronald was going to be able to go to school, the family moved to Birmingham, where Mabel found a good school with low costs. Both of the boys were enlisted in the school when Ronald was ten years old.
In the community church they met a catholic priest named Father Francis Xavier Morgan, who became a very good friend to the family.
As time grew, Ronald overgrew his classmates and changed back to his first school, King Edwards. He was even more interested in languages now then ever before.

When Ronald had reached the age of fifteen, Mabel came down with the illness called diabetes. It wasn’t long before she fell into a coma and died only a few days later. Father Francis became Ronald’s and his little brother’s new guardian. He took very well care of the boys and they both liked him very much.
Ronald enjoyed his studies, especially language studies. He studied Latin, Greek, French and German and on his spare time he also enjoyed studying Anglo-Saxon.
During this time he also started to construct an own language, which he based on Spanish and called it Naffarin.
Later he also worked with the Gothic language, filling in his own words and reconstructing it to an almost new language. He was now sixteen years old.

Not too late, love would appear in Ronald’s life. He met a nineteen-year-old girl whose name was Edith Brown and was an orphan like himself. They became very good friends and fell very soon in love.
His studies didn’t work as well as before now when almost all his time went to Edith and the fictive languages. And as soon as Father Francis found out that they were in love, he forbade them to see each other anymore, and at the top of it all, Ronald was denied a scholarship to Oxford.
Now he wasn’t going to be able to see Edith again until he was twenty-one years old, then he would be free from his guardian.
He got a job as a librarian at King Edwards, where he enjoyed himself very much, but was aiming for Oxford.

During this time Ronald played rugby and joined a few societies. He started smoking and neglected his studies.
He encountered the language Finnish, which he immediately fell in love with. And later in life he was going to base one of his own fictive languages called Quenya (High elvish) on the Finnish language. He also discovered the Nordic mythology, which his trilogy Lord of the Rings would be greatly inspired by.

The third of January 1913, Tolkien was twenty-one years old. And he could finally see Edith again and he wrote her a letter. But unfortunately she was already engaged to another man, but Tolkien wasn’t ready to give up.
He went to see her, and after a long walk, she decided to end her present engagement and engage herself to Tolkien instead.

In the year of 1914 the First World War began. Tolkien didn’t enlist himself at first and continued his life as usual. He started writing poems of Erändil, the elf who would later appear in his tale of The Ring.
But after some time, he finally enlisted and went out to the war. In 1916 he was sent to France and ended up in the middle of the war, but he soon grew sick and was sent home. He had survived without any injure.

When he was home again, he started a project. A project to create and give England an own mythology. In November 1917 Edith gave birth to a son. He was given the name John Francis Reul.
And after a long series of war events Edith was again pregnant and gave birth to another son who was named Michel Hilary Reul.
In 1924 Tolkien became a professor at the university of Leeds, and Edith gave birth to their third son, Christopher Reul. Edith gave birth to the couple’s last child in 1929, a little girl who was named Priscilla Mary Reul.

Tolkien had now become a professor in Anglo-Saxon at Oxford, and there he met his best friend C.S Lewis, the author of the Narnia books. They wrote a lot of tales together and started the society called “the Inklings”.

When “The Fellowship of the Ring” was released a Tolkien worshiping cult started to grow. Mostly in the USA. Tolkien did not approve, he didn’t like to be interweaved either.
The year of 1963 C.S Lewis deceased. Tolkien was devastated by it.
1971 Edith became ill and died in November same year.
Tolkien himself began his eternal rest only two years later among good friends.
He was eighty-one years old.









THE BOOKS



*Silmarillion*

Silmarillion is a compound of Tolkien´s free notes put together to a book by his youngest son Christopher Tolkien, and was released after his death. (So is “the tale of Middle earth”)
The book is like a history book or a bible for Tolkien´s world. A background story for the tale of the Ring. It isn’t an ordinary storybook it’s really not. It’s perfect though for Lord of The Rings fans.
It’s about the creation of the world and the elves mostly. It’s beautifully written and a delight to read. Perfect for people that want to know more about say Frodo’s, Gandalf’s and everything you could desire’s background and story. You could be amazed.




*Bilbo*

This is about Bilbo, a hobbit from the Shire in his best years. He is a quite calm and normal little hobbit. Until the day that Gandalf pursues him to follow a company of thirteen dwarves out on a treasure hunt that leads them all the way to the lonely mountain.
There he’s during one occasion lost in the dark tunnels of the evil mountains stern foundations. There he encounters the Ring and picks it up. Then the story is most about their adventure and the Ring is but a small artefact, and no one, not even Gandalf himself has realised its real meaning.
This book is a lighter book then it’s follower trilogy and easier to reed. In fact, Tolkien wrote it for his children. It is a very nice book and even though it’s a bit different from the rest of the story, it has no less charm and Tolkien’s very special authorship can never be wrong.




*The Lord of The Rings*

A wonderful, special and original story in every way. There aren’t words enough to explain just how great a work this is. The language is beautiful; you can really see his extraordinary linguistic talent.
He has written it in a way so that you really feel a part of the company travelling, and in a way that it cannot be anything else then a great event in your life that you will never ever forget.
Sure it isn’t for all, but I don’t think that, just because you’re not into fantasy is a good enough reason not to read it. It is just an extraordinary work and experience.
Right through.




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Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where shadows lie.


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Gimli ground his teeth.
“This is a bitter end to our hope and to all our toil!” he said.
“To hope maybe, but not to toil” said Aragorn. “We shall not turn back here. Yet I am weary.” He gazed back along the way th...