Hobbit- Misty Mountains Cold

Look I got cool stuff from Barnes and Noble! Aka the happy place. :D

It's hard to see in the pic, but I got Thorin and Gandalf holographic bookmarks with Thorins key and Gandalf's staff as PENS! <3

And the House of Hades which I've finished, but that a whole'nother realm of trouble to get into.

Today I didn't have time to get something written up for writing, instead, enjoy this beautiful poem from Tolkien's The Hobbit. :)

I do not own the amazing artwork. I thought it was pretty awesome though and worth sharing.

You still get writing and art, just not mine.

Also, here's a couple links to some beautiful music inspired by Tolkien and Peter Jackson's films.

http://youtu.be/F2CsBqwcL1c - dubstep misty mountains cold

http://youtu.be/GsbzPlrfgyo - Neil Finn's song of the lonely mountain (the ending credits always make me blurry eyed)

Anyways, hope everypony is having a beautiful week, cheers! I just wrote this up, I think I'm half asleep. :P

“Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height,
The wind was moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit