Beautiful 'Desolation'

How beautiful 'Desolation' can be in the words of J.R.R. Tolkien...

 The Lonely Mountain
They reached the skirts of the Mountain all  the same without meeting any danger or any sign of the Dragon other than the wilderness he had made about his lair. The mountain laid dark and silent before them and ever higher about them.

 The Desolation of the Dragon
There was little grass, and before long there was neither bush nor tree, and only broken  and blackened stumps to speak of ones long vanished. They were come to the Desolation of the Dragon, and they were come at the waning of the year
The Elvenking's Halls
In a great cave some miles within the edge of Mirkwood on the eastern side there lived at this time their king. Before his huge doors of stone a river run out of the heights of the forest and flowed on and out into the marshes at the feet of the high wooded land.

 Thranduil, King of the Woodland Realm, father of Legolas
The king looked sternly on Thorin when we was brought before him, and asked many questions, but Thorin would only say that he was starving.

Thorin Oakenshield , son of Thráin
"Why did you and your folk three times try to attack my people and their merrymaking ?" asked the king. "We did not come to attack them, " answered Thorin; " we came  to beg, because we are starving."

 The Butterlies
 Bilbo climbed up a tree, where a rewarding breeze of cool air and butterflies met him.

 Flies and Spiders in Mirkwood
The lost path ! No other idea would come into Bilbo's head. He just sat staring in front of him at the endless trees; and after a while they all fell silent again.

 Legolas  Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood
All of the sudden Dwalin opened one eye, and looked round at them. " Where is Thorin ?" he asked.  It was a terrible shock. Of course there were only thirteen of them, twelve dwarves and  the hobbit. Where indeed was Thorin?

 Lake Town
 Not far from the mouth of the Forest River was the strange town he heard the elves speak of in the King's cellars. it was not built on the shore, though there were a few huts and buildings there, but right out on the surface of the lake. 
Bard The Bowman
Arrow! Black arrow! I have saved you to the last. You have never failed me and always I have recovered you. I had you from my father and he from of old. If ever you came from the forges of the true king under the Mountain, go now and speed well!

Smaug the Golden
Well thief! I smell you and I feel your air. I hear your breath. Come along! Help yourself again, there is plenty and to spare!

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