" 'Few now remember them,' Tom murmured, 'yet still some go wandering, sons of forgotten kings walking in loneliness, guarding from evil things folk that are heedless.'
"The hobbits did not understand his words, but as he spoke they had a vision as it were of great expanse of years behind them, like a vast shadowy plain over which there strode shapes of Men, tall and grim with bright swords, and last came one with a star on his brow."

Moi : "Oh, on mentionne ENFIN les Rôdeurs pour la première fois, ils ne sont pas juste évoqués mystérieusement !"
@The_Gauster : "Faaaaangiiiiiirl."
"Mais c'est juste que c'est trop trop classe, des princes errant dans la nature sauvage depuis des générations."
"Faaaaangiiiiiirl."
"Et oui, Viggo Mortensen était un choix de casting judicieux."

"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not whiter,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."

" 'Where did you learn such tales, if all the land is empty and forgetful?' asked Peregrin. 'The birds and beasts tell no tales of that sort.'
'The heirs of Elendil do not forget all things past," said Strider. "

" 'Have you often been to Rivendell?' said Frodo.
'I have,' said Strider. 'I dwelt there once, and still I return when I may. There my heart is; but it is not my fate to sit in peace, even in the fair house of Elrond.' "

" 'I thought he was only a Ranger.'
'Only a Ranger!' cried Gandalf. 'My dear Frodo, that is just what the Rangers are: the last remnant in the North of the great people, the Men of the West.' "

"Caught between fire and water, and seeing an Elf-lord revealed in his wrath, they were dismayed, and their horses were stricken with madness."

Do not mess with Glorfindel. (Qui a une vie tellement badass. Enfin, des vies tellement badass. Et une mort badass. Et une réincarnation trop badass.)

(Tellement badass qu'après sa mort en achevant le chef des Balrogs, les Valar lui accordèrent le droit de revenir en Terre du Milieu.)

" ' And who are you, and what have you to do with Minas Tirith?' asked Boromir, looking in wonder at the lean face of the Ranger and his weather-stained cloak.
'He is Aragorn son of Arathorn,' said Elrond; 'and he is descended through many fathers from Isildur Elendil's son of Minas Ithil. He is the Chief of the Dúnedain in the North, and few are now left of that folk.' "

"Et aussi, c'est une sorte de neveu, puisque c'est le descendant de la 89e génération de mon frère. Mais ne nous encombrons pas de détails généalogiques."

Note perso : j'ai mis des années à réussir à apprécier Boromir. À ma première lecture, je l'avais détesté, il était hautain et pourtant prompt à succomber à l'influence de l'Anneau (même si ses regrets avant sa mort m'ont toujours brisé le cœur). D'autant qu'on rencontrait Faramir ensuite, et qu'il est immédiatement devenu mon personnage préféré.

(Aussi, quand j'avais 11-12 ans, à ma première lecture, je suis directement tombée amoureuse de Faramir. Quinze ans après, je le suis toujours.)

"Bon, c'est sympa de dire que ce serait l'Anneau unique mais en fait, on aurait besoin de l'expertise de Saroumane non ? Il est où ? Hein, Gandalf ?"
"Well, how to put this... C'est un gros connard et un vil traître ?"

Boromir : "Mais du coup, ce Gollum, qu'est-il devenu?"
Aragorn : "Il est emprisonné sous la bonne garde des Elfes de Mirkwood."
Legolas : "Alors en fait, voilà, on a eu un souci."

N'oublions pas que même Gwaihir se trompe, en disant que le Rohan paie un tribut de chevaux au Mordor.

"He is surer of finding the way home in a blind night than the cats of queen Berúthiel."

Bon, alors là, Gandalf fait le background de la Moria, parle du mithril et des Nains qui ont creusé trop profond et éveillé le fléau de Durin.

Et maintenant, j'ai Mon Ancêtre Gurdil en tête.

Un jour, mon ancêtre Gurdil,
Fut envoyé creuser dans la forêt.
Y avait, soit-disant, du mithril,
Si y en avait, on sait pas où il s'trouvait !

"At the hill's foot Frodo found Aragorn, standing still and silent as a tree; but in his hand was a small golden bloom of elanor, and a light was in his eyes. He was wrapped in some fair memory: and as Frodo looked at him he knew that he beheld things as they once had been in the same place.

"For the grim years were removed from the face of Aragorn, and he seemed clothed in white, a young lord tall and fair; and he spoke in the Elvish tongue to one whom Frodo could not see. 'Arwen vanimelda, namarië!' he said, and then he drew a breath, and returning out of his thought, he looked at Frodo and smiled.

" 'Here is the heart of Elvendom on earth,' he said, 'and here my heart dwells ever, unless there be a light beyond the dark roads that we still must tread, you and I. Come with me!' And taking Frodo's hand in his, he left the hill of Cerin Amroth and came there never again as a living man."

" 'But is there aught else that you desire of me at our parting? For darkness will flow between us, and it may be that we shall not meet again, unless it be far hence upon a road that has no retuning.'
And Aragorn answered: 'Lady, you know all my desire, and long held in keeping the only treasure that I seek. Yet it is not yours to give me, even if you would; and only through darkness shall I come to it.' "

Boromir va mourir dans deux chapitres, mon cœur se brise d'avance.

"Great power and majesty they still wore, the silent wardens of a long-vanished kingdom. Awe and fear fell upon Frodo, ansd he covered down, shutting his eyes and not daring to look up as the boat drew near. Even Boromir bowed his head as the boats whirled by, frail and fleeting as little leaves, under the enduring shadow of the sentinels of Númenor. So they passed into the dark chasm of the Gates."

" 'Fear not!' said a strange voice behind him. Frodo turned and saw Strider, and yet not Strider; for the weatherworn Ranger was no longer there. In the stern sat Aragorn, son of Arathorn, proud and erect, guiding the boat with skilful strokes; his hood was cast vack, and his dark hair was blowing in the wind, a light was in his eyes: a king returning from exile to his own land."

" 'Ah, the Ring!' said Boromir, his eyes lightning. 'The Ring! It is not a strange fate that we shoukd suffer so much fear and doubt for so small a thing? So small a thing! And I have seen it only for an instant in the house of Elrond. Coud I not have a sight of it again?' "

"Les Hommes ne seront pas aussi facilement corrompus !"

Moui Boromir, m'est avis que t'as pas vu ton père depuis un bon bout de temps. Il va vraiment pas bien.

@elo_goodbye eh à la décharge de l'Intendant du Gondor, il a eu lutté contre un palantir corrompu (et un maiar) pendant des années et Gandalf le Gris l'a un peu laissé seul tou en mode "mmmmmmh Nah".

@Olymandris Et il a du faire face à un deuil très éprouvant.