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L'épilogue du Seigneur des anneaux   , j'ai jamais réussi à retrouver la source exacte non plus mais bon, j'ai jamais rien trouvé qui dise que c'est pas écrit par JRRT non plus    
 

en tt cas il a même été publié dans un magazine édité par TSR
 
et la traduction est d'un certain Roland C. Wagner

 
Parce-que honnete, faudrait que je le lise en anglais mais le style c'est pas JRR du tout

les références:
Texte : J.R.R. Tolkien
Traduction : Roland C. Wagner
DRAGON Magazine n°9 © 1993 TSR
 
 
jamais publié avant. et c'est pas le style de JRRT pcq le texte était pas fini, ça doit venir de brouillons.

The words that end The Lord of the Rings, '"Well, I'm back," he said', were not intended to do so when my father wrote them in the long draft manuscript... It is obvious from the manuscript that the text continued on without break; and there is in fact no indication that my father thought of what he was writing as markedly separate from what preceded. I give now this last part of (the long draft manuscript). The ages of Sam's children were added, almost certainly at the time of writing: Elanor 15, Frodo 13, Rose 11, Merry 9, Pippin 7.
- Christopher Tolkien, History of Middle-Earth, Volume 9: Sauron Defeated
 
 
And one evening in March 1436 Master Samwise Gamgee was taking his ease by a fire in his study, and the children were all gathered about him, as was not at all unusual, though it was always supposed to be a special treat.
 
He had been reading aloud (as was usual) from a big Red Book on a stand, and on a stool beside him sat Elanor, and she was a beautiful child more fair-skinned than most hobbit-maids and more slender, and she was now running up into her 'teens; and there was Frodo-lad on the heathrug, in spite of his name as good a copy of Sam as you could wish, and Rose, Merry, and Pippin were sitting in chairs much too big for them. Goldilocks had gone to bed, for in this Frodo's foretelling had made a slight error and she came after Pippin, and was still only five and the Red Book rather too much for her yet. But she was not the last of the line, for Sam and Rose seemed likely to rival old Gerontius Took in the number of their children assuccessfully as Bilbo had passed his age. There was little Ham, and there was Daisy in her cradle.  
 
'Well dear,' said Sam, 'it grew there once, because I saw it with my own eyes.'
 
'Does it grow there still, daddy?'
 
'I don't see why it shouldn't, Ellie. I've never been on my travels again, as you know, having all you young folk to mind - regular ragtag and bobtail, old Saruman would have called it. But Mr. Merry and Mr. Pippin, they've been south more than once, for they sort of belong there too now.'
 
'And haven't they grown big?' said Merry. 'I wish I could grow big like Mr. Meriadoc of Buckland. He's the biggest hobbit that ever was: bigger than Bandobras.'
 
'Not bigger than Mr. Peregrin of Tuckborough,' said Pippin, 'and he's got air that's almost golden. Is he Prince Peregrin away down in the Stone City, dad?'
 
'Wel, he's never said so,' said Sam, 'but he's highly thought of, that I know. But now where were we getting to?'
 
'Nowhere,' said Frodo-lad. 'I want to hear about the Spider again. I like the parts best where you come in, dad.'
 
'But dad, you were talking about Lórien,' said Elanor, 'and whether my flower still grows there.'
 
'I expect it does, Ellie dear. For as I was saying, Mr. Merry, he says that though the Lady has gone the Elves still live there.'
 
'When can I go and see? I want to see the Elves, dad, and I want to see my own flower.'
 
'If you look in a glass you'll see one that is sweeter,' said Sam, 'though I should not be telling you, for you'll find it out soon enough for yourself.'
 
'But that isn't the same. I want to see the green hill and the white flowers and the golden and hear the Elves sing.'
 
'Then maybe you will one day,' said Sam. 'I said the same when I was your age, and long after, and there didn't seem no hope, and yet it all came true.'
 
'But the Elves are sailing away still, aren't they, and soon there'll be none, will there, dad?' said Rose; 'and then all will be just places, and very nice, but, but...'
 
'But what, Rosie-lass?'
 
'But not like in stories.'
 
'Well it would be so if they all was to sail,' said Sam. 'But I am told they aren't sailing any more. The Ring has left the Havens, and those that made up their mind to stay when Master Elrond left are staying. And so there'll be Elves still for many and many a day.'
 
'Still I think it was very sad when Master Elrond left Rivendell and the Lady left Lórien,' said Elanor. 'What happened to Celeborn? Is he very sad?'
 
'I expect so, dear. Elves are sad; and that's what makes them so beautiful, and why we can't see much of them. He lives in his own land as he always has done,' said Sam, 'Lórien is his land, and he loves trees.'
 
'No one else in the world hasn't got a Mallorn like we have, have they?' said Merry. 'Only us and Lord Celeborn.'
 
'So I believe,' said Sam. Secretly it was one of the greatest prides in his life. 'Well, Celeborn lives among the Trees, and he is happy in his Elvish way, I don't doubt. They can afford to wait, Elves can. His time is not come yet. The Lady came to his land and now she is gone; and he has the land still. When he tires of it he can leave it. So with Legolas, he came with his people and they live in the land across the River, Ithilien, if you can say that, and they've made it very lovely, according to Mr. Pippin. But he'll go to the Sea one day, I don't doubt. But not while Gimli's still alive.'
 
'What's happened to Gimli?' said Frodo-lad. 'I liked him. Please can I have an axe soon, dad? Are there any orc left?'
 
'I daresay there are if you know where to look,' said Sam. 'But not in the Shire, and you won't have an axe for chopping off heads, Frodo-lad. We don't make them. But Gimli, he came down to work for the King in the City, and he and his folk worked so long they got used to it and proud of their work, and in the end they settled uo in the mountains up away west behind the City, and there they are still. And Gimli goes once every other year to see the Glittering Caves.'
 
'And does Legolas go to see Treebeard?' asked Elanor.
 
'I can't say, dear,' said Sam. 'I've never heard of anyone as has ever seen an Ent since those days. If Mr. Merry or Mr. Pippin have they keep it secret. Very close are Ents.'
 
'And have they ever found the Entwives?'
 
'Well, we've seen none here, have we?' said Sam.
 
'No,' said Rosie-lass; 'but I look for them when I go in a wood. I would like the Entwives to be found.'
 
'So would I,' said Sam, 'but I'm afraid that is an old trouble, too old and too deep for us to mend, my dear. But now no more questions tonight, at least not till after supper.'
 
'But that won't be fair,' said both Merry and Pippin, who were not in their teens. 'We shall have to go directly to bed.'
 
'Don't talk like that to me,' said Sam sternly. 'If it ain't fair for Ellie and Fro to sit up after supper it ain't fair for them to be born sooner, and it ain't fair that I'm your dad and you're not mine. So no more of that, take your turn and what's due in your time, or I'll tell the King.'
 
They had heard this threat before, but something in Sam's voice made it sound more serious on this occasion. 'When will you see the King?' said Frodo-lad.  
 
'Sooner than you think,' said Sam. 'Well now, let's be fair. I'll tell you all, stay-uppers and go-to-bedders, a big secret. But don't you go whispering and waking up the youngsters. Keep it till tomorrow.'
 
A dead hush of expectancy fell on all the children: they watched him as hobbit-children of other times has watched the wizard Gandalf.  
 
'The King is coming here,' said Sam solemnly.
 
'Coming to Bag End!' cried the children.
 
'No,' said Sam. 'But he's coming north. He won't come into the Shire because he has given orders that no Big Folk are to enter this land again after those Ruffians; and he will not come himself just to show he meant it. But he will come to the Bridge. And---" Sam paused. 'He has issued a very special invitation to every one of you. Yes, by name!'
 
Sam went to a drawer and took out a large scroll. It was black and written in letters of silver.  
 
'When did that come, dad?' said Merry.
 
'It came with the Southfarthing post three days ago,' said Elanor. 'I saw it it was wrapped in silk and sealed with big seals.'
 
'Quite right, my bright eyes,' said Sam. 'Now look.' He unrolled it. 'It is written in Elvish and in Plain Language,' said Sam. 'And is says: Elessar Aragorn Arathornsson the Elfstone King of Gondor and Lord of the Westlands will approach the Bridge of Baranduin on the first day of Spring, or in the Shire-reckoning the twenty-fifth day of March next, and desires there to greet all his friends. In especial he desires to see Master Samwise Mayow of the Shire, and Rose his wife, and Elanor, Rose, Goldilocks and Daisy his daughters, and Frodo, Merry and Pippin and Hamfast his sons. There you are, there are all your names.'
 
'But they aren't the same in both lists,' said Elanor, who could read.
 
'Ah,' said Sam, 'that's because the first list is Elvish. You're the same, Ellie, in both, because you're name is Elvish; but Frodo is Iorhail, and Rose is Beril, and Merry is Riben, and Pippin is Cordof, and Goldilocks is Glorfinniel, and Hamfast is Marthanc, and Daisy is Arien. So now you know.'
 
'Well that's splendid,' said Frodo, 'now we all have Elvish names, but what is yours, dad?'
 
'Well, that's rather peculiar,' said Sam, 'for in the Elvish part, if you must know, what the King says is Master Perhail who should rather be called Lanhail, and that means, I believe, "Samwise or Halfwise who should rather be called Plain-wise", So now you know what the King thinks of your dad you'll maybe give more heed to what he says.'
 
'And ask him lots more questions,' said Frodo.
 
'When is March the 25th?' said Pippin, to whom days were still the longest measures of time that could really be grasped. 'Is it soon?'
 
'It's a week today,' said Elanor. 'When shall we start?'
 
'And what shall we wear?' said Rose.
 
'Ah,' said Sam. 'Mistress Rose will have a say in that. But you'll be surprised, my dears. We have had warning of this a long time and we've prepared for the day. You're going in the most lovely clothes you've ever seen, and we're riding in a coach. And if you're all very good and look as lovely as you do now I shouldn't be at all surprised if the King does not ask us to go with him to his house up by the Lake. And the Queen will be there.'
 
'And shall we stay up to supper?' said Rose, to whom the nearness of promotion made this an ever-present concern.
 
'We shall stay for weeks, until the hay-harverst at least,' said Sam. 'And we shall do what the King says. But as for staying up to supper, no doubt the Queen will have a word. And now if you haven't enough to whisper about for hours, and to dream about till the sunrises, then I don't know what more I can tell you.'
 
 
The stars were shining in a clear sky: it was the first day of the clear spell that came every year to the Shire at the end of March, and was every year welcomed and praised as something surprising for the time of the year.
 
All the children were in bed. Lights were glimmering still in Hobbiton and in many houses dotted about the darkening countryside. Sam stood at the door and looked away eastward. He drew Mistress Rose to him and held her close to his side. 'March 18th,' he said. 'This time seventeen years ago, Rose wife, I did not think I should ever see thee again. But I kept on hoping.'
 
'And I never hoped at all, Sam,' she said, 'until that very day; and then suddenly I did. In the middle of the morning I began singing, and father said "Quiet lass, or the Ruffians will come," and I said "Let them come. Their time will soon be over. My Sam's coming back." And he came.'
 
'And you came back,' said Rose.
 
'I did,' said Sam; 'to the most belovedest place in all the world. I was torn in two then, lass, but now I am all whole. And all that I have, and all that I have had I still have.'
 
They went in and shut the door. But even as he did so Sam heard suddenly the sigh and murmur of the sea on the shores of Middle-earth.

Même en anglais ça sonne faux...pas grand-chose à voir avec son style d'écriture, même pour un brouillon

ouah merci!      

 
Il te semble aussi    
 
Mais c'est un bon contenu neanmoins   Une fin totu a fait valable

 
Exemple idiot :
 

 
Je ne sais pas pourquoi (je suis en plein dans le 2nd bouquin en anglais), mais j'aurais plutôt vu :
 

 
Et c'est pareil pour pas mal d'autres phrases, ça sonne "trop simple"

Deja rien que "They went in and shut the door" sans description des gonds de la porte ca sonne faux  

   
en dehos de ses livres il écrivait normalement, einh   .
 
 
mais bon, à partir du momnet où c'est dans History of Middle-Earth on peut considérer que c'est pas un faux.
 
mais bon, si vous voulez des preuves complémentaires   :
 
To Christopher Tolkien 20 Northmoor Road, Oxford
Here is a small consignment of 'The Ring': the last two chapters that have been written, and the end of the Fourth Book of that great Romance, in which you will see that, as is all too easy, I have got the hero into such a fix that not even an author will be able to extricate him without labour and difficulty. Lewis was moved almost to tears by the last chapter. All the same, I chiefly want to hear what you think, as for a long time now I have written with you most in mind.
I see from my Register that I sent 3 chapters off on October 14th, and another 2 on October 25th. Those must have been: Herbs and Stewed Rabbit; Faramir; and The Forbidden Pool; and Journey to the Cross-roads; and the Stairs of Kirith Ungol. The first lot should have reached you by now, I hope about your birthday; the second should soon come; and I hope this lot will get to you early in the New Year. I eagerly await your verdict. Very trying having your chief audience Ten Thousand Miles away, on or off The Walloping Window-blind. Even more trying for the audience, doubtless, but authors, qua authors, are a hopelessly egotist tribe. Book Five and Last opens with the ride of Gandalf to Minas Tirith, with which The Palantir, last chapter of Book Three closed. Some of this is written or sketched. Then should follow the raising of the siege of Minas Tirith by the onset of the Riders of Rohan, in which King Theoden falls; the driving back of the enemy, by Gandalf and Aragorn, to the Black Gate; the parley in which Sauron shows various tokens (such as the mithril coat) to prove that he has captured Frodo, but Gandalf refuses to treat (a horrible dilemma, all the same, even for a wizard). Then we shift back to Frodo, and his rescue by Sam. From a high place they see all Sauron's vast reserves loosed through the Black Gate, and then hurry on to Mount Doom through a deserted Mordor. With the destruction of the Ring, the exact manner of which is not certain ? all these last bits were written ages ago, but no longer fit in detail, nor in elevation (for the whole thing has become much larger and loftier) ? Baraddur crashes, and the forces of Gandalf sweep into Mordor. Frodo and Sam, fighting with the last Nazgul on an island of rock surrounded by the fire of the erupting Mount Doom, are rescued by Gandalf's eagle; and then the clearing up of all loose threads, down even to Bill Ferny's pony, must take place. A lot of this work will be done in a final chapter where Sam is found reading out of an enormous book to his children, and answering all their questions about what happened to everybody (that will link up with his discourse on the nature of stories in the Stairs of Kirith Ungol).1 But the final scene will be the passage of Bilbo and Elrond and Galadriel through the woods of the Shire on their way to the Grey Havens. Frodo will join them and pass over the Sea (linking with the vision he had of a far green country in the house of Tom Bombadil). So ends the Middle Age and the Dominion of Men begins, and Aragorn far away on the throne of Gondor labours to bring some order and to preserve some memory of old among the welter of men that Sauron has poured into the West. But Elrond has gone, and all the High Elves. What happens to the Ents I don't yet know. It will probably work out very differently from this plan when it really gets written, as the thing seems to write itself once I get going, as if the truth comes out then, only imperfectly glimpsed in the preliminary sketch. ....
All the love of your own father.

 
 
Ah
 
 
La lettre est un fake de qualitay  

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j'ai oublié de donner la source pour la lettre   :
The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien
by J. R. R. Tolkien, Christopher Tolkien (Editor), Humphrey Carpenter (Editor)
Paperback: 480 pages ; Dimensions (in inches): 1.23 x 8.17 x 5.52  
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Co; (June 2000)  
ISBN: 0618056998  
 

 
Ouai bon OK, t'a raison, spa un fake  

 
C'est juste la partie avec l'anneau qui m'a décue pas la suite que je trouve très bien faite et utile (avec en plus de l'action)

bon moi je viens de m'acheter contes et légendes inachevées, 1 2 et 3. je vous dirais ce que j'en pense.
sinon le trailer du retour du roi est bien confirmé pour ce vendredi 26 septembre! je suis trop impatient surtout que parait il on voit shelob ou arachne si vous préfèrez

 
Tu as lu le Silmarillon ? J'espere que oui, sionon accroche toi aux branches pour le 1er age  

il sort quand deja la version longue de TTT ?
en novembre, mais quand ?

 
Entre le 1 et le 30....
Et plus précisément le 13.

k
encore 8 semaines quoi

 
Je dirais 6 et demi tout au plus  

toujours pas de nouvelle sur la projection des 3 films dans la meme journée?
 
(apparament c'est pas au grandrex http://www.legrandrex.com/rex/html/evenements.html )

 
je sais qu'ils vont faire ca dans ma ville mais ca sera en fevrier...et en VOST

oué je l'ai lu et c déja costaud a suivre!

 
C'est pas plus dur, en fait... C'est juste que les contes inacheves c'est des bouts d'histoire, et sans le silmarillon, t'a pas le contexte.

Lu dans Studio : la version longue des deux tours nous apprendra apparemment l'age d'Aragorn, detail certes mais bien sympa  

~90ans je crois lors du sda
 
[edit]
je confirme    
 
né le 1 March III 2931  
 
War of the Ring : 20 June III 3018 to 3 November III 3019

87 non ?

et il se bat a cet age là ? ^^

 
Ca vit vieux un Dunedain pure souche  

Hum... Si dans le film il a le même âge que dans le livre alors il est 'achement bien conservé le Aragorn. À moins qu'il ne s'injecte du sang d'elf pour se maintenir jeune.

Il a eu le temps de vivre et Sam de faire 4 enfants je crois ...

merde j'avais compté 50
il a rencontré Arwen a kel age alors avant de partir a l'aventure pendant des années avec Gandalf?
 
sinon, fo pas oublier non plus que PJ ne respecte pas du tout la chronologie, la fameuse année 1420 mentionnée dans le livre commé étant une des meilleures années niveau récolte par les hobbits, ne sera même pas mentionnée, parce que tout simplement ca doit se passer en 1405 dans le film (ils sont ou les 17 ans entre les départs de Bilbo et de Frodo )

D'ailleurs dans le nouveau Studio, il y'a un article interessant sur LOTR (+interview de P.Jackson). Il s'agit d'une espece de journal de la journaliste qui a pu assister au tournage, ce qui permet d'avoir un regard exterieur et moins oriente que les acteurs/techniciens ....
La suite sera d'ailleurs dans le prochain numéro

2931 : naissance d'Aragorn le 1er mars
2951 : rencontre avec Arwen
2956 : rencontre avec Gandalf

13

Pour la culture...
 
Le premier roi de Numenor (dont le nom m'a echape la, je vais me fouetter) a vecu plus de 500 ans, et une duree de vie de 300 ans n'etait pas inhabituelle chez les numenoreens avant leur decheance. Donc a 90 ans aragorn c'est un gamin  

 
ah oui j'avais pas lu les arbres généalogiques a la fin, bien vu

j'en apprend tout les jours...