"How fair are the bright eyes in the grass! Evermind they are called, simbelmynë in this land of Men, for they blossom in all the seasons of the year, and grow where dead men rest." --The Two Towers
Here is what Wikipedia has to say about us-- "Tolkien fandom is an international, informal community of fans of the works of J. R. R. Tolkien, especially of the Middle-earth legendarium which includes The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, and The Silmarillion. "Fandom" implies a subculture marked by youthful enthusiasm but comparatively little sophistication [my italics] compared to scholarly literary criticism..." Sophistication is highly over-rated.
Arwen-Undomiel.com has posted a gallery of photos of Tolkien (including some pictures of him with his family). There are different Tolkiens--young, slightly cocksure Tolkien, with his hair perfectly slicked back, and the more somber middle-aged Tolkien, and old Tolkien with his furrowed smile. Like the rest of us, he did not write the same story at forty or sixty that he would have written at twenty.
Name the rangers! (Three of these are not technically rangers but are included because they and Faramir were inspired by the same source.) Guess them all and I'll write the drabble of your choice. :)
The Tolkien Music List catalogues some of the huge amount of music inspired by Tolkien's works. No discussion of Tolkien and music would be complete without an analysis of his influence on Led Zeppelin, found at The Led Zeppelin and JRR Tolkien Relations Page. (Though I can't imagine Tolkien wanting to have any sort of relations with Led Zeppelin.)
From a letter to Stanley Unwin, dated March 4, 1938-- "The sequel to The Hobbit has now progressed as far as the end of the third chapter. But stories tend to get out of hand [my italics], and this has taken an unpremeditated turn."
March 18: The Host of the West leaves Minas Tirith.
"Legolas and Gimli were to ride again together in the company of Aragorn and Gandalf, who went in the van with the Dunedain and the sons of Elrond." I never thought this was funny until a certain person (who shall remain nameless) remarked that she always read that line and imagined them riding in a mini-van. :D
[Edit: and this entry comes with bonus comment!fic--
In the Van
"Boromir, are you sure this is the way to the Black Gate?"
"Look, there's one of those little symbols for enemy fortress right there, past the crossroads."
"I think that's the symbol for a campground."
"'Tis an enemy fortress. I can read a map; I am highly trained in orienteering."
"Then why did it take you 120 days to get to Rivendell?"
"It is wrong to speak ill of the dead, Gandalf."
"Well, technically, I am dead too, so I am allowed. Here, Aragorn, you're the ranger, you read the map. And you two in back, stop bickering or I will turn you both into garden gnomes!"
"But Emeril is on, and all Gimli wants to watch is World Wrestling Federation Smackdown."
"One more word and I turn off the TV."
"WWF is on?"
"When we stop for gas, Boromir can sit in back with the dwarf. Legolas gets the front seat. Everyone happy? Good. I won't have to do anything drastic."
From an airgraph to Christopher Tolkien 12 October 1944 (FS 55)
"I began trying to write again (I would, on the brink of term!) on Tuesday, but I struck a most awkward error (one or two days) in the synchronization, v. important at this stage, of movements of Frodo and the others, which has cost labour and thought and will require tiresome small alterations in many chapters; but at any rate I have actually begun Book Five..."
This sums it up pretty well, saving you the trouble of actually watching Bakshi's film. I saw the original theatrical release, and I still remember the moment when I realized that they were only at Helm's Deep and had exactly five minutes to wind up the film.
Tolkien's short verse play The Homecoming of Beorhtnoth Beorhthelm's Son is a startling piece. My own initial reaction to it was "Tolkien wrote this?" The language, though more finely honed than much of his writing, is gritty and dark. This universe feels strangely godless and empty of true heroes. [Edit: The pdf includes two essays along with the text of the play. It isn't necessary to read the essays to follow the play. The story is set after the Battle of Malden. Two of his low-born followers search among the slain for the unlucky Lord Beorhtnoth. The humor is extremely macabre.]
Where now is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
As usual, just_ann_now is to blame thank--there was someone on her flist who recommended Battlelore, a Finnish metal band which composes music about MiddleEarth. Their sound is a little too growly at times, but overall, I like their music. "Horns of Gondor" from their "Sword's Song" album is Boromir theme music. Their website does have some soundclips but sadly not that song.
In the bowels of Fanfiction.net lurks the LOTR crossover, a monster bred by the foul craft of merciless fangirls. Only the strong of stomach should read ( Branwyn's LOTR Crossover List )