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Quotes from the ''Lord of the Rings'':
       
      The Road goes ever on and on
      Down from the door where it began.
      Now far ahead the Road has gone,
      And I must follow, if I can,
      Pursuing it with eager feet,
      Until it joins some larger way
      Where many paths and errands meet.
      And whither then? I cannot say.

      "I think really Bilbo preferred slipping off quietly in the end," said 
      Gandalf,
      "Don't be too troubled. He'll be all right now. He left a packet for you.
      There it is!"
      Frodo took the envelope from the mantelpiece, and glanced at it,
      but did not open it.
      "You'll find his will and all the other documents in there, I think,"
      said the wizard.
      "You are the master of Bag End now. And also, I fancy, you'll find a 
      golden ring." 


     Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
      Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
      Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
      One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
      In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
      One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
      One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
      In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. 
      He paused, and then said in a deep voice,
      "This is the Master-Ring, the One Ring to rule them all.
      This is the One Ring lost many years ago,
      to the great weakening of its maker's power.
      Now, he greatly desires to have it again,
      - but he must NOT get it" 


Bilbo and Gollum  
      All that is gold does not glitter,
      Not all those who wander are lost;
      The old that is strong does not wither,
      Deep roots are not reached by frost.

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      From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
      A light from the shadows shall spring;
      Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
      The crownless again shall be king. 

      " Ash nazg durbatulúk,
      ash nazg gimbatul,
      ash nazg thrakatulûk
      agh burzum-ishi krimpatul."
      The change in the wizard's voice was astounding.
      Suddenly it became menacing, powerful, harsh as stone.
      A shadow seemed to pass over the high sun, and the porch for a moment grew 
      dark.
      All trembled, and the Elves stopped their ears.
      "Never before has any voice dared to utter the words of that tongue in 
      Imladris,
      Gandalf the Grey," said Elrond, as the shadow passed and the company 
      breathed
      once more.
      "And let us hope that none will ever speak it here again," answered 
      Gandalf.


      
      "How far can you bear me?" I said to Gwaihir.
      "Many leagues", said he, "but not to the ends of the earth.
      I was sent to bear tidings not burdens."
      "Then I must have a steed on land," I said,
      "and a steed surpassingly swift,
      for I have never had such need for haste before."
      "Then I will bear you to Edoras, 
      where the Lord of Rohan sits in his halls,"
      he said, "for that is not very far off."
      And I was glad, for in the Riddermark of Rohan the Rohirrim,
      the Horse-lords dwell, and there are no horses like those that are bred
      in that great vale between the Misty Mountains and the White.


      "I will take the Ring," he said, "though I do not know the way."
      Sound clip 

     Elrond raised his eyes and looked at him.........
      "This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise
      from their quiet fields,
      to shake the towers and counsels of the Great.
      Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it?" 

    You can skip here to the part in The Hobbit where Bilbo first finds the 
Ring,
    but knows not what he had stumbled into!

    You will be able to return here when you have seen it!

      I sit beside the fire and think
      of all that I have seen,
      of meadow flowers and butterflies
      In summers that have been; 
      Of yellow leaves and gossamer
      in autumns that there were,
      with morning mist and silver sun
      and wind upon my hair. 
      I sit beside the fire and think
      of how the world will be
      when winter comes without a spring
      that I shall never see. 
      For still there are so many things
      that I have never seen:
      in every wood in every spring
      there is a different green. 
      I sit beside the fire and think
      of people long ago,
      and people who will see a world
      that I shall never know. 
      But all the while I sit and think
      of times there were before,
      I listen for returning feet
      and voices at the door. 
      (Verse suggested by Heather and Dave Knudson) 

      The world was young, the mountains green,
      No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
      No words were laid on stream or stone
      When Durin woke and walked alone.
      He named the nameless hills and dells;
      He drank from yet untasted wells;
      He stooped and looked in Mirrormere
      And saw a crown of stars appear;
      As gems upon a silver thread;
      Above the shadow of his head.

      The world is grey, the mountains old,
      The forge�s fire is ashen-cold;
      No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
      The darkness dwells in Durin�s halls;
      The shadow lies upon his tomb
      In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
      But still the sunken stars appear
      In dark and windless Mirrormere;
      There lies his crown in water deep,
      Till Durin wakes again from his sleep. 

      "Speak no evil of the Lady Galadriel!"
      said Aragorn sternly.
      "You know not what you say.
      There is in her and in this land, no evil, unless
      a man bring it hither himself.
      Then let him beware!

      Down a long flight of steps the Lady went into a deep green hollow, 
      through
      which ran murmuring the silver stream that issued from the fountain on the 
      hill.
      At the bottom upon a low pedestal carved like a branching tree, stood a 
      basin
      of silver, wide and shallow, and beside it stood a silver ewer.
      With water from the stream Galadriel filled the basin to the brim,
      and breathed on it, and when the water was still again she spoke. 
       
      "Here is the Mirror of Galadriel," she said. "I have brought you here
      so that you may look in it, if you will." 

      She lifted up her hand and from the ring that she wore there issued
      a great light that illuminated her alone and left all else dark.
      She stood before Frodo seeming now tall beyond measurement, and beautiful
      beyond enduring, terrible and worshipful.
      Then she let her hand fall, and the light faded, and suddenly she laughed 
      again,
      and lo! she was shrunken: a slender elf-woman, clad in simple white
      whose gentle voice was soft and sad. 
       
      "I pass the test," she said. "I will diminish, and go into the West
      and remain Galadriel" 

      "It is by our own folly that the Enemy will defeat us," cried Boromir.
      "How it angers me! Fool! Obstinate fool!
      Running wilfully to death and ruining our cause. 
      If any mortals have claim to the Ring,
      it is the men on Númenor, and not Halflings.
      It is not yours save by unhappy chance. It might have been mine.
      It should be mine.
      Give it to me!" 

      "We will make such a chase as shall be accounted a marvel
      among the Three Kindreds:
      Elves, Dwarves and Men. Forth the Three Hunters!"
      Like a deer he sprang away. Through the trees he sped.
      On and on he led them, tireless and swift,
      now that his mind was at last made up.
      The woods about the lake they left behind.
      Long slopes they climbed, dark, hard-edged against the sky
      already red with sunset.
      They passed away, grey shadows in a stony land. 


      "Gondor! Gondor!" cried Aragorn.
      "Would that I looked on you again in happier hour!
      Not yet does my road lie southward to your bright streams."

      Gondor! Gondor, between the Mountains and the Sea!
      West Wind blew there; the light upon the Silver Tree
      Fell like bright rain in gardens of the Kings of old.
      O proud walls! White towers! O wingéd crown and throne of gold!
      O Gondor,Gondor! Shall Men behold the Silver Tree,
      Or West Wind blow again between the Mountains and the Sea? 

      To Aragorn I was bidden to say this:
      Where now are the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elessar?
      Why do thy kinsfolk wander afar?
      Near is the hour when the Lost should come forth,
      And the Grey Company ride from the North.
      But dark is the path appointed for thee:
      The Dead watch the road that leads to the Sea.

      To Legolas she sent this word:
      Legolas Greenleaf long under tree
      In joy thou hast lived. Beware of the Sea!
      If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore,
      Thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more. 

      Arise now, arise Riders of Theoden!
      Dire deeds awake, dark it is eastward.
      Let horse we bridled,horn be sounded!
      Forth Eorlingas! 

      Gandalf looked at Aragorn, and then, to the surprise of the others,
      he lifted the covered Stone, and bowed as he presented it.
      "Receive it, lord!" he said:
      "in earnest of other things that shall be given back.
      But if I may counsel you in the use of your own, do not use it - yet!
      Be wary!" 

      Alive without breath;
      as cold as death;
      never thirsting, ever drinking;
      clad in mail, never clinking.
      Drowns on dry land,
      thinks an island
      is a mountain;
      thinks a fountain
      is a puff of air.
      So sleek, so fair!
      What a joy to meet!
      We only wish
      to catch a fish,
      so juicy-sweet! 

      "Yes, yes," said Gollum.
      "All dead, all rotten. Elves and Men and Orcs. The Dead Marshes.
      There was a great battle long ago, yes, so they told him
      when Sméagol was young,
      when I was young before the Precious came. It was a great battle.
      Tall men with long swords, and terrible Elves, and Orcses shrieking.
      They fought on the plain for days and months at the Black Gates.
      But the Marshes have grown since then, swallowed up the graves,
      always creeping, creeping. 
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      You cannot reach them. We tried once, yes, precious. I tried once;
      but you cannot reach them. Only shapes to see, perhaps, not to touch.
      No precious! All dead." 
       Gandalf the wizard 

      "Now look here, Sir!"
      He turned, facing up to Faramir with all the courage that he could muster.
      "Don't you go taking advantage of my master because his servant's
      no better than a fool.
      You've spoken very handsome all along, put me off my guard,
      talking of Elves and all.
      But handsome is as handsome does we say.
      Now's a chance to show your quality."

      "Hey you!" he said roughly. "What are you up to?"
      "Nothing, nothing.", said Gollum softly. "Nice Master!"
      "I daresay," said Sam. "But where have you been to - sneaking off and
      sneaking back, you old villain!"
      Gollum withdrew himself, and a green glint flickered under his heavy lids.
      Almost spider-like he looked now, crouched back on his bent limbs,
      with his protruding eyes.
      The fleeting moment had passed, beyond recall.
      "Sneaking, sneaking!" he hissed. "Hobbits always so polite, yes O nice 
      Hobbits!
      Sméagol brings them up secret ways that nobody else could find.
      Tired he was, thirsty he was, yes thirsty;
      and he guides them and he searches for paths, and they say
      sneak! sneak!
      Very nice friends, O yes my precious, very nice." 

      A Elbereth Gilthoniel!
      silivren penna míriel
      o menel aglar elenath!
      Na-chaered palan-díriel
      o galadhremmin ennorath,
      Fanuilos, le linnathon
      nef aear, sí nef aearon! 

       "Oathbreakers, why have ye come?"
      And a voice was heard out of the night that answered him,
      as if from far away:
      "To fulfil our oath and have peace."
      Then Aragorn said: "The hour is come at last.
      Now I go to Pelargir upon Anduin, and ye shall come after me.
      And when all this land is clean of the servants of Sauron,
      I will hold the oath fulfilled,
      and ye shall have peace and depart for ever.
      For I am Elessar, Isildur's heir of Gondor."

      Gandalf did not move.
      And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard in the City, a cock 
      crowed.
      Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming 
      only the
      morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the 
      dawn.

      And as if in answer there came from far away another note.
      Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluin's sides they dimly echoed.
      Great horns of the North wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last! 
White Tower of Minas Tirith

 
      In western lands beneath the Sun
      the flowers may rise in Spring
      the trees may bud, the waters run,
      the merry finches sing.
      Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
      and swaying beeches bear
      the Elven-stars as jewels white
      amid their branching hair.

      Though here at journey�s end I lie
      in darkness buried deep,
      beyond all towers strong and high,
      beyond all mountains steep,
      above all shadows rides the Sun
      and Stars for ever dwell:
      I will not say the day is done,
      nor bid the stars farewell. 

      "Precious, precious, precious!" Gollum cried. "My Precious! O my 
Precious!"
      And with that, even as his eyes were lifted up to gloat on his prize,
      he stepped too far, toppled, wavered for a moment on the brink,
      and then with a shriek he fell.
      Out of the depths came his last wail Precious, and he was gone. 
      
      There was a roar and a great confusion of noise.
      Fires lept up and licked the roof.
      The throbbing grew to a great tumult, and the Mountain shook.
      Sam ran to Frodo and picked him up and carried him out to the door.
      And there upon the dark threshold of the Sammath Naur,
      high above the plains of Mordor,
      such wonder and terror came on him that he stood still forgetting all 
else,
      and gazed as one turned to stone.

      Fire belched from its riven summit.
      The skies burst into thunder seared with lightning.
      Down like lashing whips fell a torrent of black rain. 
      And into the heart of the storm, with a cry that pierced all other sounds,
      tearing the clouds asunder, the Nazgûl came,
      shooting like flaming bolts, as caught in the fiery ruin of hill and sky
      they crackled, withered, and went out. 

      "Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end
      of our fellowship in Middle-earth.
      Go in peace!
      I will not say: do not weep;for not all tears are an evil." 

      The Road goes ever on and on
      Out from the door where it began.
      Now far ahead the Road has gone,
      Let others follow it who can!
      Let them a journey new begin,
      But I at last with weary feet
      Will turn towards the lighted inn,
      My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

Hi. I'm coming from a little village in northern Germany, Basse.

for the „Insiders“ it is next to Neustadt with the Steinhuder Meer.

next big city is Hannover, listen up: that's where the EXPO2000

is going to be next year.

(there are some Hannover-links at the bottom of the page :-) ).

as for my studies and the what & why I am studying in Clausthal in the Harz

(a little mountain ridge, pretty pretty... very much nature ;-d )

look to my EST-page.

I still have to take some exams, am busy on a project with three other students

on wind-energy at the moment, and then there is still on more research paper

to do and my final (Diplomarbeit), but I hope that it`ll be done inside a year!

that would be pretty quick. afterwards i plan on doing my ph.d. abroad,

no details yet... we`ll see.

my 11th year of high-school I stayed in Walla Walla, washington state.

(that sounds funny, but it's indian, ok?

walla is water, so walla² is „land of many waters“

...I haven`t seen too much water there: it's prairie,

but I really liked it there. was very nice. )

otherwise, music is my thing. I am playing piano and church organ,

so I`m earning the jelly for my bread

quite often sundays in church.

probably not so often, but I`d go to services anyways.

my God is really important to me. though I may not be the conventional

„christian dude“.

that would often be pretty boring... ;-)

now what kinda music do I listen to?

get an impression at my lyrics&music links page.

i say, from most areas the „best“, Prince, Hendrix, 80`s Wave, Nirvana

, WWMT, classics, jazz...

I`ve got a weakness for everything that's pleasant or special.

Poetry, lyric (i.e. the german humorists

Kästner, Morgenstern, Busch, Erhardt,...),

grafical art,..., going out, taking walks, (naps :-) ), snowboarding...

very often simply having a nice cup of tea and chatting with somebody.

Enough of me... you want to tell me something about yourself now? ;-)

Ich bin übrigens der Typ, der den Papierflieger in der Mensa macht

und den gelben Punto fährt.

Schaut ruhig mal beim Papierflieger e.V. Donnerstags um 18 Uhr

Rollstr.4 (Eingang im Hof) vorbei!

(Wir brauchen dringend neue Leute,

damit die Klausurensammlung nicht stirbt!!

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