When you hear him speak of Luthien his voice went instand softer. This are the passages where he sees his wife dancing in his inner eyes. I would bet he nearly smiled
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This truly shows how Tolkien was a man just like you or I. He was not some legend born of myth, but a wondrous mind. As an apprentice author myself, I am deeply humbled and inspired by hearing the voice of this great man, and I hope my work can perchance hold a candle to his.
Perhaps in heaven there is a place like the Eagle and Child where the Inklings and the TCBS gather. Where we can hear them tell their stories old and new. ❤
That of Sagas, tales only told and never written down. Beowulf is one. The Celtic tales of Eireann and Cymru are the same, those that came before Christ.
I know this is 6 years late, but I'm reading my 7 year old daughter Lord of the Rings. We're almost done with Return of the King. She loves it. We've read the Hobbit, The Chronicles of Narnia, and the Voyage of the Bassett. She has requested the Silmarilion next. We must be sure to spread the magic and wonder and imagination of myth and legend and epic tale to our children, so that their light never goes out in the world.
@@invisiblewizard2538 Afternoons with tea, cake and a good book were JRRT's delight. Read his verse to your love, and ask them to read their favourite passage to you as it were a script or play, and enjoy such simple pleasures as Ronald and Edith did in their time.
The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinuviel was dancing there To music of a pipe unseen, And light of stars was in her hair, And in her raiment glimmering. There Beren came from mountains cold, And lost he wandered under leaves, And where the Elven-river rolled. He walked along and sorrowing. He peered between the hemlock-leaves And saw in wonder flowers of gold Upon her mantle and her sleeves, And her hair like shadow following. Enchantment healed his weary feet That over hills were doomed to roam; And forth he hastened, strong and fleet, And grasped at moonbeams glistening. Through woven woods in Elvenhome She lightly fled on dancing feet, And left him lonely still to roam In the silent forest listening. He heard there oft the flying sound Of feet as light as linden-leaves, Or music welling underground, In hidden hollows quavering. Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves, And one by one with sighing sound Whispering fell the beechen leaves In the wintry woodland wavering. He sought her ever, wandering far Where leaves of years were thickly strewn, By light of moon and ray of star In frosty heavens shivering. Her mantle glinted in the moon, As on a hill-top high and far She danced, and at her feet was strewn A mist of silver quivering. When winter passed, she came again, And her song released the sudden spring, Like rising lark, and falling rain, And melting water bubbling. He saw the elven-flowers spring About her feet, and healed again He longed by her to dance and sing Upon the grass untroubling. Again she fled, but swift he came. Tinuviel! Tinuviel! He called her by her elvish name; And there she halted listening. One moment stood she, and a spell His voice laid on her: Beren came, And doom fell on Tinuviel That in his arms lay glistening. As Beren looked into her eyes Within the shadows of her hair, The trembling starlight of the skies He saw there mirrored shimmering. Tinuviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise, About him cast her shadowy hair And arms like silver glimmering. Long was the way that fate them bore, O'er stony mountains cold and grey, Through halls of iron and darkling door, And woods of nightshade morrowless. The Sundering Seas between them lay, And yet at last they met once more, And long ago they passed away In the forest singing sorrowless.
the most haunting think is that beren and luthien is his life story, he was in very dark place on the front and afterwards and his wife can and saved him from sauron
Some might not know this. Tolkien's gravestone, where he lies with Edith, his wife, is not only carved with the names of Edith and John Tolkien, but by the Elven names of each of them. They bear the names of Lúthien and Beren.
@@MinecraftRick The Appendices (DVDs) featured documentaries On Tolkien's life. But you're right, not everyone has seen them. Although the Tolkiens' Graves are on Wikipedia.
If there's going to be a Beren and Lúthien movie or even TV series, here's my immediate choice of whom I see portraying Lúthien Tinúviel: *Christina Masterson*
Christopher Tolkien did not sell anything to Amazon the rights to the Lord of the Rings were sold long ago Amazon is making a series based off the material in the appendices in the Return of the King which covers Aragorn's early life. Christopher Tolkien has vowed to never release the rights to anything else.
Yes it does Christopher Tolkien may have resigned as a director of the Tolkien estate but Simon Tolkien, Priscilla Tolkien and Michael Tolkien who share the same views as Christopher are still directors so there will hopefully be no change for some time yet.
I've got to be honest, Tolkien's reading just does not satisfy me. Brits in general just cannot read poetry in a way that flows or sounds right. Nice to see that Tolkien was only human.
The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinúviel was dancing there To music of a pipe unseen, And light of stars was in her hair, And in her raiment glimmering. There Beren came from mountains cold, And lost he wandered under leaves, And where the Elven-river rolled He walked alone and sorrowing. He peered between the hemlock-leaves And saw in wonder flowers of gold Upon her mantle and her sleeves, And her hair like shadow following. Enchantment healed his weary feet That over hills were doomed to roam; And forth he hastened, strong and fleet, And grasped at moonbeams glistening. Through woven woods in Elvenhome She lightly fled on dancing feet, And left him lonely still to roam In the silent forest listening. He heard there oft the flying sound Of feet as light as linden-leaves, Or music welling underground, In hidden hollows quavering. Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves, And one by one with sighing sound Whispering fell the beechen leaves In the wintry woodland wavering. He sought her ever, wandering far Where leaves of years were thickly strewn, By light of moon and ray of star In frosty heavens shivering. Her mantle glinted in the moon, As on a hilltop high and far She danced, and at her feet was strewn A mist of silver quivering. When winter passed, she came again, And her song released the sudden spring, Like rising lark, and falling rain, And melting water bubbling. He saw the elven-flowers spring About her feet, and healed again He longed by her to dance and sing Upon the grass untroubling. Again she fled, but swift he came. Tinúviel! Tinúviel! He called her by her elvish name, And there she halted listening. One moment stood she, and a spell His voice laid on her: Beren came, And doom fell on Tinúviel That in his arms lay glistening. As Beren looked into her eyes Within the shadows of her hair, The trembling starlight of the skies He saw there mirrored shimmering. Tinúviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise, About him cast her shadowy hair And arms like silver glimmering. Long was the way that fate them bore, O'er stony mountains cold and grey, Through halls of iron and darkling door, And woods of nightshade morrowless. The Sundering Seas between them lay, And yet at last they met once more, And long ago they passed away In the forest singing sorrowless.
Ian McKellen said he tried to sound like Tolkien’s voice when playing Gandalf.
When you hear him speak of Luthien his voice went instand softer. This are the passages where he sees his wife dancing in his inner eyes. I would bet he nearly smiled
His intonation and the rolling in his voice ... just unlike anything I ever heard in the english language.
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He speaks English as one who knows the very fabric of the tongue, which of course he did!
This truly shows how Tolkien was a man just like you or I. He was not some legend born of myth, but a wondrous mind. As an apprentice author myself, I am deeply humbled and inspired by hearing the voice of this great man, and I hope my work can perchance hold a candle to his.
Its hard not to see him as a legend when there's so little recorded material of him
Yo argetlam
Your work will age like fine wine some day brother
If I could, I'd bring him back to life just so he can tell me all of his stories.
And make some more!
He did for all things are made of energy that conserves itself across time and space
Perhaps in heaven there is a place like the Eagle and Child where the Inklings and the TCBS gather. Where we can hear them tell their stories old and new. ❤
@@elizabethtaylor9242 that indeed would be heaven
Read these tales to your children in their time, and know that you carry on an ancient tradition.
Ancient?
That of Sagas, tales only told and never written down. Beowulf is one. The Celtic tales of Eireann and Cymru are the same, those that came before Christ.
I read to my wife - we love to share stories that way. I read her all of Tolkien's works, and many others.
I know this is 6 years late, but I'm reading my 7 year old daughter Lord of the Rings. We're almost done with Return of the King. She loves it. We've read the Hobbit, The Chronicles of Narnia, and the Voyage of the Bassett. She has requested the Silmarilion next.
We must be sure to spread the magic and wonder and imagination of myth and legend and epic tale to our children, so that their light never goes out in the world.
@@invisiblewizard2538 Afternoons with tea, cake and a good book were JRRT's delight. Read his verse to your love, and ask them to read their favourite passage to you as it were a script or play, and enjoy such simple pleasures as Ronald and Edith did in their time.
The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold, And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled.
He walked along and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet, And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves, And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn, By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring, Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinuviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinuviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore, O'er stony mountains cold and grey, Through halls of iron and darkling door, And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay, And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.
If that isn't the most beautiful tale of true love I don't know what is.
the most haunting think is that beren and luthien is his life story, he was in very dark place on the front and afterwards and his wife can and saved him from sauron
Why does this make me want to cry? I want to be able to sit at a table, and just listen to him tell his stories.
Absolutely beautiful!!!
Anyone else get chills?
I shed a cold tear.
I got chills..
Yes, when he cried Tinuviel
I cannot understand why this doesn't have more views. There's no other recording of him that compares to this.
Poor Tolkien lost his Luthien (Edith) or even our own Mandos would not touch with a single one.
Sad
Beautiful, they were lucky to have each other...a gift /blessing of God.
*I adore the love story of Beren and Lúthien!!! 🤩😍🥰*
Absolutely stunning. I hope that this is archived somewhere that it won't be lost when UA-cam dies.
Tolkien died in 1973, UA-cam was created in 2005. You can deduce that it was archived somewhere during that time.
Some might not know this. Tolkien's gravestone, where he lies with Edith, his wife, is not only carved with the names of Edith and John Tolkien, but by the Elven names of each of them. They bear the names of Lúthien and Beren.
It's just one of the most well known facts about him 😅
Even film-only fans should know this from the documentaries.
@@fgdj2000 Which documentaries? Film-only fans may very well not have seen them.
@@MinecraftRick The Appendices (DVDs) featured documentaries On Tolkien's life. But you're right, not everyone has seen them.
Although the Tolkiens' Graves are on Wikipedia.
This is like listening to Homer recite the Iliad.
Anyone who 👎🏻 this can sod off.
1 Dislike.....It was Sauron.
and his dark master Morgoth
No kidding. Go back from whence you came shadow.
And long ago they passed away, in the forest singing sorrowless....
Inscribe that on my grave one day
Something about this brought a tear to my eye. I'm not sure why.
Same
WOW!!! this is great! What a treasure!!! Thanks!
The last line is SO good. God what an amazing man, so crazy all of middle earth was created in his mind
Truly lovely and touching !
I love his voice!!
ok honestly if someone somewhere doesn’t call me tinúviel someday, just once, then romance is dead and i will never marry
Well if can't be someones Beren then I fear my heart has nothing of worth it in.
Una obra magistral indiscutiblemente
lovely
Always the best version.
The. Original. Dungeounmaster.
The one dislike is from Melkor himself
Her song released the sudden spring ❤
The greatest love story ever told. Gets me every single time 😢😭😭
The greatest love story
This is great😃☺️
If there's going to be a Beren and Lúthien movie or even TV series, here's my immediate choice of whom I see portraying Lúthien Tinúviel:
*Christina Masterson*
I'm sure the mosquito sitting on the speaker would enjoy this, if she could hear it
Thank you 🙏 Freind
That's gold
Wow thanks for posting this what where and how did you get the recording of this?
I hope amazon doesn't soil this. I cant believe his son sold it.
Aragorn will be black. You know it and I know it. There is a diversity quota to fill.
Christopher Tolkien did not sell anything to Amazon the rights to the Lord of the Rings were sold long ago Amazon is making a series based off the material in the appendices in the Return of the King which covers Aragorn's early life. Christopher Tolkien has vowed to never release the rights to anything else.
Patrick Ashby
He is no longer in charge though so what he wants no longer matters
Yes it does Christopher Tolkien may have resigned as a director of the Tolkien estate but Simon Tolkien, Priscilla Tolkien and Michael Tolkien who share the same views as Christopher are still directors so there will hopefully be no change for some time yet.
that is very comforting. I love middle earth. hopefully they keep it preserved.
For you 😘
Melkor was the only dislike 👎
Nice one ; )
I am truely and deeply sorry, Clamavi De
Profundis. The Professor is better.
No competition, and I bet they would agree.
I still think Clamavi De Profundis did it better. Their version sounded more musical and enchanting.
He pronounced the Elvish wrong, I bet this guy never even saw the movies!
"""the lord of the rings is a boring story for nerds"""
I've got to be honest, Tolkien's reading just does not satisfy me. Brits in general just cannot read poetry in a way that flows or sounds right. Nice to see that Tolkien was only human.
The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinúviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hilltop high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
He called her by her elvish name,
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinúviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.