My brother and I stood there and freaked for a good twenty minutes over them. As kids we always played with Legos together and have been waiting a DECADE for these sets. (We’re starting a fund to buy them all over the next few months. hehe.)
Meanwhile my mom just stands there laughing and trying to figure out what the big deal is. There is no explaining to her why we care so much.
Bonus! There’s a whole Tolkien table set up too. It’s sooooo great to see the fandom popping up in stores and such again. I’ve missed it.
An old man was driving it [a cart] all alone. He wore a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, and a silver scarf. He had a long white beard and bushy eyebrows that stuck out beyond the brim of his hat.
At Bilbo’s front door the old man began to unload: there were great bundles of fireworks of all sorts and shapes, each labeled with a large red G…
That was Gandalf’s mark, of course, and the old man was Gandalf the Wizard, whose fame in the Shire was due mainly to his skills with fires, smokes, and lights. His real business was far more difficult and dangerous, but the Shire-folk knew nothing about it.
-The Fellowship of the Ring, book 1 ch. 1 The Long Expected Party
His hair was white as snow in the sunshine; and gleaming white was his robe; the eyes hid under his deep brow were bright, piercing as the rays of the sun; power was in his hand.
And seated a little apart was a tall man with a fair and noble face, dark-haired and grey-eyed, proud and stern of glance.
He was cloaked and booted as if for a journey of horse-back; and indeed though his garments were rich, and his cloak was lined with fur, they wee stained with long travel. He had a collar of silver in which a singe white stone was set; his locks were shorn about his shoulders. On a baldric he wore a great horn typed with silver that was now laid upon his knees. He gazed at Frodo and Bilbo with sudden Wonder.
“Here,” said Elrond, turning to Gandalf, “is Boromir, a man from the South. He arrived in the grey morning, and seeks for council. I have bidden him to be present, for here his questions will be answered.”
«Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisioned by the enemy, don’t we consider it his duty to escape?…If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we’re partisans of liberty, then it’s our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as we can!»
Ok, so remember a while back when I posted a photo of that FANTASTIC set of The Lord of the Rings. You know, the one that was $213.99?
Well guess what. I found a much, much cheaper set that was brand freaking new. I mean, the books hadn’t even been opened. The box was a little banged up, but the books are in practically perfect condition.
How do I know?
BECAUSE I BOUGHT THEM AND THEY JUST CAME IN THE MAIL AND OHMIGODDDDDD.
I shouldn’t have. God knows I shouldn’t have. But I wanted them. So much. And they were much cheaper than the $213 and I just couldn’t pass up the offer. And when I opened the first copy - omg. The paper crackled, the spine was stiff, the pages are flawless with no smudges/tears/etc. Best “used” books I’ve ever bought. Ohhh. They’re practically perfect.
So here’s what my (almost strictly Tolkien) shelf looks like now!
I’m seriously just freaking out like nobody’s business right now. I know to most people they’re just books, but NO. NONONO. To me they are so, so much more.
Because I want a nice, shiny, matching set that will match all my other nice, shiny Tolkien books. Preferably put out by Houghton-Mifflin, because nearly all my Tolkien books have been published by them. Plus it’s been AGES since there were any really nice copies of it in print, and it’s REALLY hard to find the full sets. These and The History of the Lord of the Rings (which is like a sub-set of The History of Middle Earth as far as I can tell) are all that’s missing from my Tolkien collection. I’ll settle for used or less-than-shiny paperbacks if I must, but they really should print a new set. With The Hobbit coming out they even have the perfect excuse. And if Houghton-Mifflin won’t do it then someone else needs to.
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. - J. R. R. Tolkien