“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien was born on January 3, 1892. I won’t write some kind of biography here. I won’t write about how his work influenced modern fantasy and the writing world. There are articles, online communities, films, and books upon books dedicated to those topics.
I will, however, share a few images of his original artwork. He was a brilliant artist, and these are a few of my favorite pieces that I’ve seen.
Starting when I was very little, my dad, a huge Tolkien fan, read me The Hobbit and The Lord of The Rings trilogy from start to finish several times. I don’t remember the times he read them to me as a baby when I wouldn’t sleep. I do remember him reading me a chapter at a time before bed when I was a little older, and him explaining everything from what the long words meant to why people do evil things and why others must stand against them even when it seems futile.
I do remember the magic of feeling like there was a whole, fully realized universe that I could catch glimpses of, or even visit, through the pages.
Thank you for the magic, J.R.R. Tolkien.