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Showing posts with label Black Riders. Show all posts

09 January 2020

A couple of comments on The Inimitable Prancing Pony Podcast

On a recent episode (starting at 3:30) of The Prancing Pony Podcast , Alan and Shawn were discussing the question of whether the Ringwr...

06 June 2016

In the Dead Marshes We Hear No Larks at Morning

Paul Nash, We Are Making A New World, Imperial War Museum Since at least the twelfth century larks at morning have featured in Engli...

04 October 2015

From Crickhollow to the Gates of Bree: States of Consciousness

In her splendid study, A Question of Time: J.R.R. Tolkien's Road to Faërie , Verlyn Flieger illuminates the role of time and dreams in ...

06 December 2014

The Black Rider, the Fox, and the Elves

Just over the top of the hill they came on the patch of fir-wood. Leaving the road they went into the deep resin-scented darkness of the ...

20 November 2014

A Very Long Road, into Darkness: Sam and Story (III)

From Frodo's mind the bright morning -- treacherously bright, he thought -- had not banished the fear of pursuit; and he pondered the ...

07 September 2014

The Black Riders at Bree

In the hobbits' room at the Prancing Pony, Frodo and Strider are discussing the worrisome failure of Gandalf to appear as promised: ...

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