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It is to mark this that I have ventured to use the form dwarves, and remove them a little, perhaps, from the sillier tales of these latter days. Dwarrows would have been better; but I have used that form only in the name Dwarrowdelf, to represent the name of Moria in the Common Speech: Phurunargian. For that meant Dwarf-delving and yet was already a word of antique form. But Moria is an Elvish name, and given without love; for the Eldar, though they might at need, in their bitter wars with the Dark Power and his servants, contrive fortresses underground, were not dwellers in such places of choice. They were lovers of the green earth and the lights of heaven; and Moria in their tongue means the Black Chasm. But the Dwarves themselves, and this name at least was never kept secret, called it Khazad-duˆm, the Mansion of the Khazaˆd; for such is their own name for their own race, and has been so, since Aule¨ gave it to them at their making in the deeps of time. Elves has been used to translate both Quendi, the speakers, the Highelven name of all their kind, and Eldar, the name of the Three Kindreds that sought for the Undying Realm and came there at the beginning of Days (save the Sindar only). This old word was indeed the only one available, and was once fitted to apply to such memories of this people as Men preserved, or to the makings of Mens minds not wholly dissimilar. But it has been diminished, and to many it may now suggest fancies either pretty or silly, as unlike to the Quendi of old as are butterflies to the swift falcon not that any of the Quendi ever possessed wings of the body, as unnatural to them as to Men. They were a race high and beautiful, the older Children of the world, and among them the Eldar were as kings, who now are gone: the People of the Great Journey, the People of the Stars. They were tall, fair of skin and grey-eyed, though please click for source locks were dark, save in the golden house of Finarfin;1 and their voices had more melodies than any mortal voice that now is heard. They were valiant, but the history of those that returned to Middle-earth in exile was grievous; and though it was in far-off days crossed by the fate of the Fathers, their fate is not that of Men. Their dominion passed long ago, and they dwell now beyond the circles of the world, and do not return. Note on three names: Hobbit, Gamgee, and Brandywine. Hobbit is an invention. In the Westron the word used, when this people was referred to at all, was banakil halfling. But at this date the folk of the Shire and of Bree used the word kuduk, which was not found elsewhere. Meriadoc, however, actually records that the King of Rohan used the word kuˆd-duˆkan hole-dweller. Since, as has been 1 [These words describing characters of face and hair in fact applied only to the Noldor: see The Book of Lost Tales, Part One, p. ] 1138 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS noted, the Hobbits had once spoken a language closely related to that of the Rohirrim, it seems likely that kuduk was a worn-down form of kuˆd-duˆkan. The latter I have translated, for reasons explained, by holbytla; and hobbit provides a word that might well be a worn-down form of holbytla, if that name had occurred in our own ancient language. Gamgee. According to family tradition, set out in the Red Book, the surname Galbasi, or in reduced form Galpsi, came from the village of Galabas, popularly supposed to be derived from galab- game and an old element bas- more or less equivalent to our wick, wich. Gamwich (pronounced Gammidge) seemed therefore a very fair rendering. However, in reducing Gammidgy to Gamgee, to represent Galpsi, no reference was intended to the connexion of Samwise with the family of Cotton, though a jest of that kind would have been hobbit-like enough, had there been any warrant in their language. Cotton, in fact, represents Hlothran, a fairly common village-name in the Shire, derived from hloth, a two-roomed dwelling or hole, and ran(u) a small group of such dwellings on a hill-side. As a surname it may be an alteration of hlothram(a) cottager. Hlothram, which I have rendered Cotman, was the name of Farmer Cottons grandfather. Brandywine. The hobbit-names of this river were alterations of the Elvish Baranduin (accented on and), derived from baran golden brown and duin (large) river. Of Baranduin Brandywine seemed a natural corruption in modern times. Actually the older hobbit-name was Branda-nıˆn border-water, which would have been more closely rendered by Marchbourn; but by a jest that had become habitual, referring again to its colour, at this time the river was usually called Bralda-hıˆm heady ale. It must be observed, however, that when the Oldbucks (Zaragamba) changed their name to Brandybuck (Brandagamba), the first element meant borderland, and Marchbuck would have been nearer. Only a very bold hobbit would have ventured to call the Master of Buckland Braldagamba in his hearing. INDEX Compiled by Christina Scull Wayne G. Hammond This list has been something pubg wallpaper for pc online all independent of that prepared by Nancy Smith and revised by J. Tolkien for the second edition fps en global los strike como offensive ver counter of The Lord of the Rings and augmented in later printings; but for the final result reference has been made to the earlier index in order to resolve questions of content and to preserve Tolkiens occasional added notes and translations [here indicated within square brackets]. We have also referred to the index that Tolkien himself began to prepare during 1954, but which he left unfinished after dealing only with place-names. He had intended, as he said in his original foreword to The Lord of the Rings, to provide an index of names and strange words with some explanations; but it soon became clear that such a work would be too long and costly, easily a short volume unto itself. (Tolkiens manuscript list of place-names informed Baldurs gate 3 addled frog key son Christophers indexes in The Silmarillion and Unfinished Tales, and is referred to also in the present authors The Lord of the Rings: A Readers Companion. ) Readers have long complained that the original index is too brief and fragmented for serious use. In the present work citations are given more comprehensively for names of persons, places, and things, and unusual (invented) words, mentioned or alluded to in the ideas crypto buff apex legends (i. excluding the maps); and there is a single main sequence of entries, now preceded by a list of poems and songs by first line and a list of poems and phrases in languages other than English (Common Speech). Nonetheless, although this new index is greatly enlarged compared with its predecessor, some constraints on its length were necessary so that it might fit comfortably after the Appendices. Thus it has not been possible to index separately or to cross-reference every variation of every name in The Lord of the Rings (of which there are thousands), and we have had to be particularly selective when indexing Appendices D through F, concentrating on those names or terms that feature in the main text, and when subdividing entries by aspect. Primary entry elements have been chosen usually according to predominance in The Lord of the Rings, but sometimes based on familiarity or ease of reference: thus (for instance) predominant Nazguˆl rather than Ringwraiths or https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/download/steam-stops-downloading-at-99.php less frequent Black Riders, and predominant and familiar Treebeard rather than Fangorn, with cross-references from (as they seem to us) the most important alternate terms. Names of bays, bridges, fords, gates, towers, vales, etc. including Bay, Bridge, etc. are entered usually under the principal element, e. Belfalas, Bay of rather than Bay of Belfalas. Names of battles and mountains are entered directly, e. Battle of Bywater, Mount Doom. With one exception (Rose Cotton), married female hobbits are indexed under the husbands surname, with selective cross-references from maiden names. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again - the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldnt be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didnt look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it. Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall. He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. How did you know it was me. she asked. My dear Professor, Ive never seen a cat sit so stiffly. Youd be stiff if youd been sitting on a brick wall all day, said Professor McGonagall. All day. When you could have been celebrating. I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here. Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily. Oh yes, everyones celebrating, all right, she said impatiently. Youd think theyd be a bit more careful, but no - even the Muggles have noticed somethings going on. It was on their news. She jerked her head back at the Dursleys dark living-room window. I heard it. Flocks of owls. shooting stars. Well, theyre not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent - Ill bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense. You cant blame them, said Dumbledore gently. Weve had precious little to celebrate for eleven years. I know that, said Professor McGonagall irritably. But thats no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors. She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didnt, so she went on. A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore. It certainly seems so, said Dumbledore. We have much to be thankful for. Would you care this web page a lemon drop. A what. A lemon drop. Theyre a kind of Muggle sweet Im rather fond of. No, thank you, said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didnt think this was the moment for lemon drops. As I say, even if You-KnowWho has gone - My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name. All this You-Know-Who nonsense - for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort. Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. It all gets so confusing if we keep saying You-Know-Who. I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemorts name. I know you havent, said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. But youre different. Everyone knows youre the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of. You flatter me, said Dumbledore calmly. Voldemort had powers I will never have. Only because youre too - well - noble to use them. Its lucky its dark. I havent blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs. Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, The owls are nothing next to the pubg game cheats codes that are flying around. You know what everyones saying. About why hes disappeared. About what finally stopped him. It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever everyone was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer. What theyre saying, she pressed on, is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godrics Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are - are - that theyre - dead. Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped. Lily and James. I cant believe it. I didnt want to believe it. Oh, Albus. Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. I know. I know. he said heavily. Professor McGonagalls voice trembled as she went on. Thats not all. Theyre saying he tried to kill the Potters son, Harry. But - he couldnt. He couldnt kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but theyre saying that when he couldnt kill Harry Potter, Voldemorts power somehow broke - and thats why hes gone. Dumbledore nodded glumly. Its - its true. faltered Professor McGonagall. After all hes done. all the people hes killed. he couldnt kill a little boy. Its just astounding. of all the things to stop him. but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive. We can only guess, said Dumbledore. We may never know. Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, Hagrids late. I suppose it was he who told you Id be here, by the way. Yes, said Professor McGonagall. And I dont suppose youre going to tell me why youre here, of all places. Ive come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. Theyre the only family he has left now. You dont mean - you cant mean the people who live here. cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. Dumbledore - you cant. Ive been watching them all day. You couldnt find two people who are less like us. And theyve got this son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way read more the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here. Learn more here the best place for him, said Dumbledore firmly. His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when hes older. Ive written them a letter. A letter. source Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter. These people will never understand him. Hell be famous - a legend - I wouldnt be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter Day in the future - there will be books written about Harry - every child in our world will know his name. Exactly, said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his halfmoon glasses. It would be enough to turn any boys head. Famous before he can walk and talk. Famous for something he wont even remember. Cant you see how much fallout 4 dogmeat upgrades off hell be, growing up away from all that until hes ready to take it. Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, Yes - yes, youre right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore. She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it. Hagrids bringing him. You think it - wise - to trust Hagrid with something as important as this. I would trust Hagrid with my life, said Dumbledore. Im not saying his heart isnt in the right place, said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, but you cant pretend hes not careless. He does tend to - what was that. A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky - and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them. If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets. Hagrid, said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. At last. And where did you get that motorcycle. Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir, said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. Young Sirius Black lent it to me. Ive got him, sir. No problems, were there. No, sir - house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin around. He fell asleep as we was flyin over Bristol. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, Baldurs gate 3 addled frog key a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of Baldurs gate 3 addled frog key hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning. Is that where -. whispered Professor McGonagall. Yes, said Dumbledore. Hell have that scar forever. Couldnt you do something about it, Dumbledore. Even if I could, I wouldnt. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well - give him here, Hagrid - wed better get this over with. Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys house. Could I - could I say good-bye to him, sir. asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog. Shhh. hissed Professor McGonagall, youll wake the Muggles. S-s-sorry, sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. But I c-c-cant stand it - Lily an James dead - an poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles - Yes, yes, its all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or well be found, Professor Read article whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harrys blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrids shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledores eyes seemed to have gone out. Well, said Dumbledore finally, thats that. Weve no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations. Yeah, said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, Id best get pubg game unblocked bike away. Gnight, Professor McGonagall - Professor Dumbledore, sir. Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.
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