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The Return of the King (Media Tie-in): The Lord of the Rings: Part Three
Begin your journey to Middle-earth.
The inspiration for the upcoming original series The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power.
The third part of J.R.R. Tolkien's epic adventure The Lord of the Rings.
While the evil might of the Dark Lord Sauron swarms out to conquer all Middle-earth, Frodo and Sam struggle deep into Mordor, seat of Sauron's power. To defeat the Dark Lord, the One Ring, ruler of the accursed Rings of Power, must be destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom. But the way is impossibly hard, and Frodo is weakening. Weighed down by the compulsion of the Ring, he begins finally to despair.
The inspiration for the upcoming original series The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power.
The third part of J.R.R. Tolkien's epic adventure The Lord of the Rings.
While the evil might of the Dark Lord Sauron swarms out to conquer all Middle-earth, Frodo and Sam struggle deep into Mordor, seat of Sauron's power. To defeat the Dark Lord, the One Ring, ruler of the accursed Rings of Power, must be destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom. But the way is impossibly hard, and Frodo is weakening. Weighed down by the compulsion of the Ring, he begins finally to despair.
Editorial Reviews
"There are very few works of genius in recent literature. This is one."-The Nation
Readers Top Reviews
I. GRAINGER-ALLEN
I only got it so I can read TLOTR in a tent. Everything about the book has been said by equally as fanatical and enthusiastic readers already. I got the Kindle version because I think its based on the 1990s edition which has a few less typos than my hard copy books I got in the mid 1970s. I have an audio version the BBC tapes (and CDs). Look, I am lost in this great story If you have not read it: try it.
Daniel DavidI. GR
Vou falar apenas a edição, pois a obra em si dispensa comentários. Sempre fui fascinado pela história e faz tempo que estava querendo um exemplar em inglês. A edição é de muito boa qualidade, com capa flexível e revestida de material com textura agradável. O papel é amarelado e as folhas não são finas demais, o que deixa a leitura bem confortável. Um ponto importante é que, embora seja uma edição americana (editora HMH), e não britânica, o texto está na sua forma original escrita por Tolkien (inglês britânico), sem adaptação da ortografia, o que eu acho muito bom. Assim, vemos a grafia “colour” e “grey”, em vez de “color” e “gray”, por exemplo. O texto também incorpora a revisão feita para edição de aniversário de 50 anos da obra, em 2005, na qual muitos erros editoriais das versões anteriores foram corrigidos. Que eu saiba, só existe uma edição mais recente, que é a de 60 anos, mas a maioria das correções já tinha sido feita na de 2005. Fiquei muito satisfeito com essa edição e acho que é a opção em inglês com o melhor custo-benefício.
Chris RChris Rthi
As a Lord of the Rings fan, I was incredibly excited about this product. Unfortunately, the product did not live up to my expectations. I've listed the negatives below: - Very few illustrations that add zero value to the experience. If you were expecting "Harry Potter Illustrated Version" levels of content, you won't find that here. - The pages are concerningly thin. I'd compare them to the colorful tissue paper you put in gift bags. - The book is prepared with little to no care (examples in pictures). Make sure you go through your book before it finds your bookshelf, as I was amazed at how many pages were misprinted or cut.
Jon HelbergChris
This is a review of The Lord of the Rings: 50th Anniversary, One Vol. Edition Hardcover – January 1, 2005. CAUTION - Do not purchase this book based on the first of the 10,160 ratings which pop up under this title. For example, the third rating/review of this book is from 2015, and states that the book includes “65 beautiful illustrations by Alan Lee that bring the story to life,” followed by fingernails of said illustrations which 1,053 people found helpful. Sorry, but this edition includes not one single illustration, let alone anything by Alan Lee. Other than that it’s still a bargain as the hard cover is standard stock, and the paper and print are both fine and quite readable even with ageing eyes and trifocals. There are a series of black and white maps inside the back cover which do not fold out (nothing in the book folds out), and the appendix includes all the standard stuff like family trees, the Shire Calendar, characters of The Tengwar and Angerthas, etc. I had a paperback set of these books which was printed back in the 60’s or 70’s which I gave away long ago, but which had very some very nice illustrations dispersed throughout the book which I very much miss in this edition, other than that it’s a nicely done yet plain, nondescript hardcover book like most any other.
BlakeBlakeJon Hel
Searching on amazon for a hard cover Lord Of The Rings box set was not easy. Everything was out of stock, would take weeks to ship, or were ludicrously expensive. But I found this set, with only a single stock photo of the set, reviews for a completely different print version, I took the gamble and was very pleasantly surprised. I added as many photos as i thought were needed to give everyone more insight on this version. The box was beautiful and well glued together, no peeling. The books themselves feel sturdy, nothing ripped, and the covers are also beautiful. The Print is large and legible without glasses (because wear reading glasses). Overall, if this is the set that appears before you, I'd not hesitate on buying this.
Short Excerpt Teaser
MINAS TIRITH
Pippin looked out from the shelter of Gandalf's cloak. He wondered if he was awake or still sleeping, still in the swift-moving dream in which he had been wrapped so long since the great ride began. The dark world was rushing by and the wind sang loudly in his ears. He could see nothing but the wheeling stars, and away to his right vast shadows against the sky where the mountains of the South marched past. Sleepily he tried to reckon the times and stages of their journey, but his memory was drowsy and uncertain.
There had been the first ride at terrible speed without a halt, and then in the dawn he had seen a pale gleam of gold, and they had come to the silent town and the great empty house on the hill. And hardly had they reached its shelter when the winged shadow had passed over once again, and men wilted with fear. But Gandalf had spoken soft words to him, and he had slept in a corner, tired but uneasy, dimly aware of comings and goings and of men talking and Gandalf giving orders. And then again riding, riding in the night. This was the second, no, the third night since he had looked in the Stone. And with that hideous memory he woke fully, and shivered, and the noise of the wind became filled with menacing voices.
A light kindled in the sky, a blaze of yellow fire behind dark barriers. Pippin cowered back, afraid for a moment, wondering into what dreadful country Gandalf was bearing him. He rubbed his eyes, and then he saw that it was the moon rising above the eastern shadows, now almost at the full. So the night was not yet old and for hours the dark journey would go on. He stirred and spoke.
‘Where are we, Gandalf?' he asked.
‘In the realm of Gondor,' the wizard answered. ‘The land of Anórien is still passing by.'
There was a silence again for a while. Then, ‘What is that?' cried Pippin suddenly, clutching at Gandalf's cloak. ‘Look! Fire, red fire! Are there dragons in this land? Look, there is another!'
For answer Gandalf cried aloud to his horse. ‘On, Shadowfax! We must hasten. Time is short. See! The beacons of Gondor are alight, calling for aid. War is kindled. See, there is the fire on Amon Dîn, and flame on Eilenach; and there they go speeding west: Nardol, Erelas, Min-Rimmon, Calenhad, and the Halifirien on the borders of Rohan.'
But Shadowfax paused in his stride, slowing to a walk, and then he lifted up his head and neighed. And out of the darkness the answering neigh of other horses came; and presently the thudding of hoofs was heard, and three riders swept up and passed like flying ghosts in the moon and vanished into the West. Then Shadowfax gathered himself together and sprang away, and the night flowed over him like a roaring wind.
Pippin became drowsy again and paid little attention to Gandalf telling him of the customs of Gondor, and how the Lord of the City had beacons built on the tops of outlying hills along both borders of the great range, and maintained posts at these points where fresh horses were always in readiness to bear his errand-riders to Rohan in the North, or to Belfalas in the South. ‘It is long since the beacons of the North were lit,' he said; ‘and in the ancient days of Gondor they were not needed, for they had the Seven Stones.' Pippin stirred uneasily.
‘Sleep again, and do not be afraid!' said Gandalf. ‘For you are not going like Frodo to Mordor, but to Minas Tirith, and there you will be as safe as you can be anywhere in these days. If Gondor falls, or the Ring is taken, then the Shire will be no refuge.'
‘You do not comfort me,' said Pippin, but nonetheless sleep crept over him. The last thing that he remembered before he fell into deep dream was a glimpse of high white peaks, glimmering like floating isles above the clouds as they caught the light of the westering moon. He wondered where Frodo was, and if he was already in Mordor, or if he was dead; and he did not know that Frodo from far away looked on that same moon as it set beyond Gondor ere the coming of the day.
Pippin woke to the sound of voices. Another day of hiding and a night of journey had fleeted by. It was twilight: the cold dawn was at hand again, and chill grey mists were about them. Shadowfax stood steaming with sweat, but he held his neck proudly and showed no sign of weariness. Many tall men heavily cloaked stood beside him, and behind them in the mist loomed a wall of stone. Partly ruinous it seemed, but already before the night was passed the sound of hurried labour could be heard: beat of hammers, clink of trowels, and the creak of wheels. Torches and flares glowed dully here and there in the fog. Gandalf was speaking to the men that barred his way, and as he listened Pippin became aware th...
Pippin looked out from the shelter of Gandalf's cloak. He wondered if he was awake or still sleeping, still in the swift-moving dream in which he had been wrapped so long since the great ride began. The dark world was rushing by and the wind sang loudly in his ears. He could see nothing but the wheeling stars, and away to his right vast shadows against the sky where the mountains of the South marched past. Sleepily he tried to reckon the times and stages of their journey, but his memory was drowsy and uncertain.
There had been the first ride at terrible speed without a halt, and then in the dawn he had seen a pale gleam of gold, and they had come to the silent town and the great empty house on the hill. And hardly had they reached its shelter when the winged shadow had passed over once again, and men wilted with fear. But Gandalf had spoken soft words to him, and he had slept in a corner, tired but uneasy, dimly aware of comings and goings and of men talking and Gandalf giving orders. And then again riding, riding in the night. This was the second, no, the third night since he had looked in the Stone. And with that hideous memory he woke fully, and shivered, and the noise of the wind became filled with menacing voices.
A light kindled in the sky, a blaze of yellow fire behind dark barriers. Pippin cowered back, afraid for a moment, wondering into what dreadful country Gandalf was bearing him. He rubbed his eyes, and then he saw that it was the moon rising above the eastern shadows, now almost at the full. So the night was not yet old and for hours the dark journey would go on. He stirred and spoke.
‘Where are we, Gandalf?' he asked.
‘In the realm of Gondor,' the wizard answered. ‘The land of Anórien is still passing by.'
There was a silence again for a while. Then, ‘What is that?' cried Pippin suddenly, clutching at Gandalf's cloak. ‘Look! Fire, red fire! Are there dragons in this land? Look, there is another!'
For answer Gandalf cried aloud to his horse. ‘On, Shadowfax! We must hasten. Time is short. See! The beacons of Gondor are alight, calling for aid. War is kindled. See, there is the fire on Amon Dîn, and flame on Eilenach; and there they go speeding west: Nardol, Erelas, Min-Rimmon, Calenhad, and the Halifirien on the borders of Rohan.'
But Shadowfax paused in his stride, slowing to a walk, and then he lifted up his head and neighed. And out of the darkness the answering neigh of other horses came; and presently the thudding of hoofs was heard, and three riders swept up and passed like flying ghosts in the moon and vanished into the West. Then Shadowfax gathered himself together and sprang away, and the night flowed over him like a roaring wind.
Pippin became drowsy again and paid little attention to Gandalf telling him of the customs of Gondor, and how the Lord of the City had beacons built on the tops of outlying hills along both borders of the great range, and maintained posts at these points where fresh horses were always in readiness to bear his errand-riders to Rohan in the North, or to Belfalas in the South. ‘It is long since the beacons of the North were lit,' he said; ‘and in the ancient days of Gondor they were not needed, for they had the Seven Stones.' Pippin stirred uneasily.
‘Sleep again, and do not be afraid!' said Gandalf. ‘For you are not going like Frodo to Mordor, but to Minas Tirith, and there you will be as safe as you can be anywhere in these days. If Gondor falls, or the Ring is taken, then the Shire will be no refuge.'
‘You do not comfort me,' said Pippin, but nonetheless sleep crept over him. The last thing that he remembered before he fell into deep dream was a glimpse of high white peaks, glimmering like floating isles above the clouds as they caught the light of the westering moon. He wondered where Frodo was, and if he was already in Mordor, or if he was dead; and he did not know that Frodo from far away looked on that same moon as it set beyond Gondor ere the coming of the day.
Pippin woke to the sound of voices. Another day of hiding and a night of journey had fleeted by. It was twilight: the cold dawn was at hand again, and chill grey mists were about them. Shadowfax stood steaming with sweat, but he held his neck proudly and showed no sign of weariness. Many tall men heavily cloaked stood beside him, and behind them in the mist loomed a wall of stone. Partly ruinous it seemed, but already before the night was passed the sound of hurried labour could be heard: beat of hammers, clink of trowels, and the creak of wheels. Torches and flares glowed dully here and there in the fog. Gandalf was speaking to the men that barred his way, and as he listened Pippin became aware th...
