Below you will find a set of texts used on TypeRacer. Certain texts only appear on certain difficulties.
| Rank |
ID |
Text |
Length |
Races |
Difficulty Rating |
Top Score |
Top 100 |
Average |
Active Since |
| 1. |
#4350130 |
This day does not belong to one man but to all. Let us together rebuild this world that we may share in the days of peace. |
122 |
29 |
1.125 |
133.89 — (sputype) |
78.60 |
78.60 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 2. |
#4350126 |
Well, no need to brood on what tomorrow may bring. For one thing, tomorrow will be certain to bring worse than today, for many days to come. And there is nothing more that I can do to help it. The board is set, and the pieces are moving. |
237 |
57 |
1.072 |
133.57 — Mitch (toddlerdust) |
81.88 |
81.88 |
November 6, 2020 |
| 3. |
#4190226 |
I wish we could feel sure that he had made the marks, whatever they may mean. It would be a great comfort to know that he was on the way, in front of us or behind us. |
166 |
90 |
1.072 |
150.65 — Yolo (ahmni) |
82.62 |
82.62 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 4. |
#4190235 |
When winter first begins to bite and stones crack in the frosty night, when pools are black and trees are bare, 'tis evil in the wild to fare. |
142 |
94 |
1.069 |
139.44 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
74.53 |
74.53 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 5. |
#4350123 |
For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood, in every spring there is a different green. I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, and people who will see a world that I shall never know. |
226 |
64 |
1.069 |
156.27 — police (styrofoam) |
82.70 |
82.70 |
November 6, 2020 |
| 6. |
#4190208 |
For their defence in the night the Company climbed to the top of the small hill under which they had been sheltering. It was crowned with a knot of old and twisted trees, about which lay a broken circle of boulder-stones. In the midst of this they lit a fire, for there was no hope that darkness and silence would keep their trail from discovery by the hunting packs. |
367 |
74 |
1.066 |
152.33 — MadsFuldGas (swaax) |
74.86 |
74.86 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 7. |
#4350158 |
He then told them many remarkable stories, sometimes half as if speaking to himself, sometimes looking at them suddenly with a bright blue eye under his deep brows. Often his voice would turn to song, and he would get out of his chair and dance about. He told them tales of bees and flowers, the ways of trees, and the strange creatures of the Forest, about the evil things and good things, things friendly and things unfriendly, cruel things and kind things, and secrets hidden under brambles. |
494 |
29 |
1.065 |
147.80 — police (styrofoam) |
92.00 |
92.00 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 8. |
#4190223 |
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew. Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew. Beyond the sun, beyond the moon, the foam was on the sea. |
185 |
80 |
1.064 |
160.03 — Yolo (ahmni) |
88.12 |
88.12 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 9. |
#4350116 |
Sam was the only member of the party who had not been over the river before. He had a strange feeling as the slow gurgling stream slipped by: his old life lay behind him in the mists, dark adventure lay in front. |
212 |
78 |
1.063 |
131.84 — Serg (drgsus) |
78.35 |
78.35 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 10. |
#4190231 |
Now, therefore, things shall be openly spoken that have been hidden from all but a few until this day. And first, so that all may understand what is the peril, the tale of the Ring shall be told from the beginning even to this present. And I will begin that tale, though others may end it. |
289 |
73 |
1.063 |
136.80 — Tubby (tubbsters) |
81.08 |
81.08 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 11. |
#4350128 |
For my hope was founded on a fat man in Bree; and my fear was founded on the cunning of Sauron. But fat men who sell ale have many calls to answer; and the power of Sauron is still less than fear makes it. |
205 |
75 |
1.062 |
148.76 — funny (tesseractbeyond) |
88.27 |
88.27 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 12. |
#4350103 |
The journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it. |
184 |
63 |
1.058 |
144.85 — Dude (heromanwarrior) |
69.35 |
69.35 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 13. |
#4190207 |
The morning was now far advanced. From the high place they looked back westwards over the lower lands. Far away in the tumble of country that lay at the foot of the mountain was the dell from which they had started to climb the pass. |
233 |
85 |
1.057 |
144.61 — adonia (spongeboblovesfriends) |
72.62 |
72.62 |
November 6, 2020 |
| 14. |
#4350110 |
I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone. |
87 |
64 |
1.055 |
170.78 — (zambricks) |
103.24 |
103.24 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 15. |
#4190233 |
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost. The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king. |
298 |
85 |
1.051 |
141.62 — Joe (seph_of_joe) |
80.63 |
80.63 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 16. |
#4190222 |
You may learn something, and whether what you see be fair or evil, that may be profitable, and yet it may not. Seeing is both good and perilous. Yet I think, Frodo, that you have courage and wisdom enough for the venture, or I would not have brought you here. |
259 |
87 |
1.051 |
138.86 — Ahmed (nesbmido) |
73.85 |
73.85 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 17. |
#4350164 |
In the wild lands beyond Bree there were mysterious wanderers. The Bree-folk called them Rangers, and knew nothing of their origin. They were taller and darker than the Men of Bree and were believed to have strange powers of sight and hearing, and to understand the languages of beasts and birds. |
296 |
68 |
1.050 |
124.01 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
73.84 |
73.84 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 18. |
#4350156 |
Now is the time for resting. Some things are ill to hear when the world's in shadow. |
84 |
66 |
1.050 |
178.25 — ⛧🦇🎃💀🎃🦇⛧ ... |
113.00 |
113.00 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 19. |
#4350121 |
A mortal, Frodo, who keeps one of the Great Rings, does not die, but he does not grow or obtain more life, he merely continues, until at last every minute is a weariness. And if he often uses the Ring to make himself invisible, he fades: he becomes in the end invisible permanently, and walks in the twilight under the eye of the Dark Power that rules the Rings. |
362 |
37 |
1.047 |
139.45 — marvin (magnimarve) |
77.71 |
77.71 |
November 6, 2020 |
| 20. |
#4350160 |
Kings of little kingdoms fought together, and the young Sun shone like fire on the red metal of their new and greedy swords. There was victory and defeat; and towers fell, fortresses were burned, and flames went up into the sky. Gold was piled on biers of dead kings and queens; and mounds covered them, and the stone doors were shut; and the grass grew over all. |
363 |
51 |
1.047 |
141.18 — marvin (magnimarve) |
71.83 |
71.83 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 21. |
#4350105 |
Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger. |
80 |
48 |
1.042 |
167.85 — (zambricks) |
106.32 |
106.32 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 22. |
#4190228 |
In one hand, he held a long sword, and in the other a knife; both the knife and the hand that held it glowed with a pale light. He sprang forward and bore down on Frodo. |
169 |
77 |
1.042 |
162.97 — new keyboard who dis (g1_pe... |
76.52 |
76.52 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 23. |
#4350124 |
I don't feel like that now. I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again. |
229 |
76 |
1.038 |
143.12 — Rohan B. (linuxman_linux) |
73.32 |
73.32 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 24. |
#4190211 |
When in doubt on how to improve, the answer is always simple. If you move your fingers faster in the correct order at a faster pace than usual, you will certainly see your scores improve. |
187 |
103 |
1.037 |
124.69 — :/ (rawzyy) |
72.03 |
71.03 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 25. |
#4190210 |
The Moon now shone upon the grey face of the rock; but they could see nothing else for a while. Then slowly on the surface, where the wizard's hands had passed, faint lines appeared, like slender veins of silver running in the stone. |
233 |
79 |
1.037 |
126.81 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
71.78 |
71.78 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 26. |
#4190188 |
For a breathless time they sat there, silent and alert, with their backs turned to the wood-fire, each gazing into the shadows that encircled them. Nothing happened. There was no sound or movement in the night. Frodo stirred, feeling that he must break the silence: he longed to shout out loud. |
294 |
91 |
1.036 |
133.74 — police (styrofoam) |
70.75 |
70.75 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 27. |
#4350161 |
Tom put the Ring round the end of his little finger and held it up to the candlelight. For a moment the hobbits noticed nothing strange about this. Then they gasped. There was no sign of Tom disappearing! Tom laughed again, and then he spun the Ring in the air - and it vanished with a flash. Frodo gave a cry - and Tom leaned forward and handed it back to him with a smile. |
374 |
51 |
1.035 |
131.14 — Sangyoung (ddragoons) |
79.86 |
79.86 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 28. |
#4350131 |
Few other griefs amid the ill chances of this world have more bitterness and shame for a man's heart than to behold the love of a lady so fair and brave that cannot be returned. |
177 |
58 |
1.035 |
110.51 — (zak389) |
64.15 |
64.15 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 29. |
#4190191 |
The ground now became damp, and in places boggy and here and there they came upon pools, and wide stretches of reeds and rushes filled with the warbling of little hidden birds. They had to pick their way carefully to keep both dry-footed and on their proper course. |
265 |
69 |
1.035 |
137.67 — xiaobai (superbarnie) |
77.80 |
77.80 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 30. |
#4350097 |
War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend. |
234 |
66 |
1.034 |
124.36 — tomwen (tomwen) |
75.31 |
75.31 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 31. |
#4190220 |
The sun was shrinking behind the mountains, and the shadows were deepening in the woods, when they went on again. Their paths now went into thickets where the dusk had already gathered. Night came beneath the trees as they walked, and the Elves uncovered their silver lamps. |
274 |
72 |
1.033 |
122.12 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
70.08 |
70.08 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 32. |
#4190218 |
Frodo looked and saw, still at some distance, a hill of many mighty trees, or a city of green towers; which it was he could not tell. Out of it, it seemed to him that the power and light came that held all the land in sway. He longed suddenly to fly like a bird to rest in the green city. |
288 |
69 |
1.033 |
131.50 — Erasmus (tremere) |
74.25 |
74.25 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 33. |
#4190189 |
The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the road has gone, and I must follow if I can, pursuing it with eager feet, until it joins some larger way where many paths and errants meet. And whither then? I cannot say. |
252 |
79 |
1.032 |
154.10 — 16/f/cali (ultrashibe) |
77.25 |
77.25 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 34. |
#4350165 |
Sam stared up at the inn with its three stories and many windows, and felt his heart sink. He had imagined himself meeting giants taller than trees, and other creatures even more terrifying, some time or other in the course of his journey; but at the moment he was finding his first sight of Men and their tall houses quite enough, indeed too much for the dark end of a tiring day. |
381 |
38 |
1.029 |
143.54 — Yolo (ahmni) |
88.18 |
88.18 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 35. |
#4190225 |
The hills grew nearer. They made undulating ridge, often rising almost to a thousand feet, and here and there falling again to low clefts or passes leading into the eastern land beyond. Along the crest of the ridge the hobbits could see what looked to be remains of old works of stone. By night they had reached the feet of the westward slopes, and there they camped. It was the night of the fifth of October, and they were six days out from Bree. |
447 |
74 |
1.029 |
128.85 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
70.64 |
70.64 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 36. |
#4190202 |
As the evening drew on, Frodo woke up again, and he found that he no longer felt in need of rest or sleep, but had a mind for food and drink, and probably for singing and story-telling afterwards. |
196 |
72 |
1.029 |
158.37 — Tubby (tubbsters) |
75.63 |
75.63 |
October 15, 2020 |
| 37. |
#4350108 |
And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. |
182 |
53 |
1.028 |
180.38 — boy_314 fan (electricviolinie) |
69.38 |
69.38 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 38. |
#4350127 |
You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin - to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours - closer than you yourself keep it. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo. Anyways: there it is. We know most of what Gandalf has told you. We know a good deal about the Ring. We are horribly afraid - but we are coming with you; or following you like hounds. |
455 |
32 |
1.028 |
134.54 — Sachin Sharma (ragemodeon) |
86.12 |
86.12 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 39. |
#4190196 |
These doors are probably governed by words. Some dwarf-gates will open only at special times, or for particular reasons, or for particular persons; and some have locks and keys that are still needed when all the necessary times and words are known. |
248 |
81 |
1.024 |
136.75 — Yolo (ahmni) |
72.11 |
72.11 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 40. |
#4350109 |
The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo: adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of a sport, as you might say. But that's not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed in them - usually their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn't. And if they had, we shouldn't know, because they'd have been forgotten. We hear about those as just went on - and not all to a good end, mind you; at least not to what folk inside a story and not outside it call a good end. You know, coming home, and finding things all right, though not quite the same. |
891 |
14 |
1.024 |
125.90 — Dog acc (vick02) |
97.69 |
97.69 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 41. |
#4190234 |
Fear was ever in my heart for my friends in the Shire; but still I had some hope. I hoped that Frodo had set forth at once, as my letter had urged, and that he reached Rivendell before the deadly pursuit began. And both my fear and hope proved ill-founded. For my hope was founded on a fat man in Bree; and my fear was founded on the cunning of Sauron. But fat men who sell ale have many calls to answer; and the power of Sauron is still less than fear makes it. |
462 |
67 |
1.023 |
125.29 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
72.61 |
72.61 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 42. |
#4350155 |
Before long, washed and refreshed, the hobbits were seated at the table, two on each side, while at either end sat Goldberry and the Master. It was a long and merry meal. Though the hobbits ate, as only famished hobbits can eat, there was no lack. The drink in their drinking-bowls seemed to be clear cold water, yet it went to their hearts like wine and set free their voices. The guests became suddenly aware that they were singing merrily, as if it was easier and more natural than talking. |
493 |
36 |
1.019 |
139.49 — police (styrofoam) |
79.37 |
79.37 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 43. |
#4350162 |
That night they heard no noises. But either in his dreams or out of them, he could not tell which, Frodo heard a sweet singing running in his mind: a song that seemed to come like a pale light behind a grey rain-curtain, and growing stronger to turn the veil all to glass and silver, until at last it was rolled back, and a far green country opened before him under a swift sunrise. |
382 |
43 |
1.018 |
141.77 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
80.39 |
80.39 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 44. |
#4190201 |
Gandalf was shorter in stature than the other two; but his long white hair, his sweeping silver beard, and his broad shoulders, made him look like some wise king of ancient legend. In his aged face under great snowy brows his dark eyes were set like coals that could leap suddenly into fire. |
291 |
64 |
1.016 |
126.68 — marvin (magnimarve) |
69.92 |
69.92 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 45. |
#4350150 |
Frodo and Sam stood as if enchanted. The wind puffed out. The leaves hung silently again on stiff branches. There was another burst of song, and then suddenly, hopping and dancing along the path, there appeared above the reeds an old battered hat with a tall crown and a long blue feather stuck in the band. |
307 |
55 |
1.016 |
143.89 — Jashe (freshfastjashe) |
75.34 |
75.34 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 46. |
#4190200 |
At length they came to land again upon the southern slopes of Amon Lhaw. There they found a shelving shore, and they drew the boat out, high above the water, and hid it as well as they could behind a great boulder. Then shouldering their burdens, they set off, seeking a path that would bring them over the grey hills of Emyn Muil, and down into the Land of Shadows. |
366 |
63 |
1.015 |
135.61 — MadsFuldGas (swaax) |
71.16 |
71.16 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 47. |
#4190212 |
Many times he repeated these words in different order, or varied them. Then he tried other spells, one after another, speaking now faster and louder, now soft and slow. Then he spoke many single words of Elvish speech. Nothing happened. The cliff towered into the night, the countless stars were kindled, the wind blew cold, and the doors stood fast. |
350 |
69 |
1.015 |
127.10 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
73.13 |
73.13 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 48. |
#4190229 |
They got up and withdrew quietly into the shadows, and made for the doors. Sam they left behind, fast asleep still with a smile on his face. In spite of his delight in Bilbo's company, Frodo felt a tug of regret as they passed out of the Hall of Fire. Even as they stepped over the threshold a single clear voice rose in song. |
326 |
76 |
1.014 |
123.72 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
70.97 |
70.97 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 49. |
#4180793 |
I suppose hobbits need some description nowadays, since they have become rare and shy of the Big People, as they call us. They are (or were) a little people, about half our height, and smaller than the bearded Dwarves. Hobbits have no beards. There is little or no magic about them, except the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly when large stupid folk like you and me come blundering along, making a noise like elephants which they can hear a mile off. They are inclined to be fat in the stomach; they dress in bright colours (chiefly green and yellow); wear no shoes, because their feet grow natural leathery soles and thick warm brown hair like the stuff on their heads (which is curly); have long clever brown fingers, good-natured faces, and laugh deep fruity laughs (especially after dinner, which they have twice a day when they can get it). |
885 |
19 |
1.014 |
120.45 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
96.63 |
96.63 |
November 20, 2020 |
| 50. |
#4190219 |
Beyond the river the land appeared flat and empty, formless and vague, until far away it rose again like a wall, dark and drear. The sun that lay on Lothlorien had no power to enlighten the shadow of that distant height. |
220 |
70 |
1.013 |
122.52 — xena (scogx3281) |
67.02 |
67.02 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 51. |
#4350129 |
I have spoken words of hope. But only of hope. Hope is not victory. War is upon us and all our friends, a war in which only the use of the Ring could give us surety of victory. It fills me with great sorrow and great fear: for much shall be destroyed and all may be lost. |
271 |
63 |
1.011 |
140.30 — Yolo (ahmni) |
75.53 |
75.53 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 52. |
#4190209 |
Round this fire they sat, and those that were not on guard dozed uneasily. Poor Bill the pony trembled and sweated where he stood. The howling of the wolves was now all round them, sometimes nearer and sometimes further off. In the dead of night many shining eyes were seen peering over the brow of the hill. |
308 |
80 |
1.010 |
129.57 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
74.91 |
74.91 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 53. |
#4190217 |
It is told that she had a house built in the branches of a tree that grew near the falls; for that was the custom of the Elves of Lorien to dwell in the trees, and maybe it is so still. Therefore they were called the Galadhrim, the Tree-people. |
244 |
73 |
1.009 |
117.56 — Dongles (dongles) |
74.04 |
74.04 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 54. |
#4190224 |
Like gold fall the leaves in the wind, long years numberless as the wings of trees. The years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls. Beyond the West, beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly. Who now shall refill the cup for me? |
316 |
83 |
1.009 |
126.87 — xiaobai (superbarnie) |
70.17 |
70.17 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 55. |
#4190198 |
Frodo said nothing, but he put his hand under his tunic and touched the rings of his mail-shirt. He felt staggered to think that he had been walking about with the price of the Shire under his jacket. Had Bilbo known? He felt no doubt that Bilbo knew quite well. It was indeed a kingly gift. |
291 |
70 |
1.006 |
119.74 — trout cooker (perpetuallytr... |
73.23 |
73.23 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 56. |
#4350151 |
It became difficult to follow the path, and they were very tired. Their legs seemed leaden. Strange furtive noises ran among the bushes and reeds on either side of them; and if they looked up to the pale sky, they caught sight of queer gnarled and knobbly faces that gloomed dark against the twilight, and leered down at them from the high bank and the edges of the wood. |
371 |
49 |
1.006 |
124.88 — hat (hatensemble) |
74.24 |
74.24 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 57. |
#4190193 |
They were too overjoyed to hear him speak to answer for a while; nor did they understand his question. At length he gathered from Sam that they had seen nothing but vague shadowy shapes coming towards them. Suddenly to his horror Sam found that his master had vanished; and at that moment a black shadow rushed passed him, and he fell. |
335 |
73 |
1.003 |
129.13 — Ahmed (nesbmido) |
76.46 |
76.46 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 58. |
#4350122 |
Its strength, Boromir, is too great for anyone to wield at will, save only those who have already a great power of their own. But for them it holds an even deadlier peril. The very desire of it corrupts the heart. Consider Saruman. If any of the Wise should with this Ring overthrow the Lord of Mordor, using his own arts, he would then set himself on Sauron's throne, and yet another Dark Lord would appear. And that is another reason why the Ring should be destroyed: as long as it is in the world it will be a danger even to the wise. For nothing is evil in the beginning. |
575 |
30 |
1.002 |
119.76 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
78.57 |
78.57 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 59. |
#4190232 |
Immediately, though everything else remained as before, dim and dark, the shapes became terribly clear. He was able to see beneath their black wrappings. There were five tall figures: two standing on the lip of the dell, three advancing. In their white faces burned keen and merciless eyes; under their mantles were long grey robes; upon their grey hairs were helms of silver; in their haggard hands were swords of steel. |
421 |
53 |
1.002 |
131.10 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
72.57 |
72.57 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 60. |
#4350163 |
It was a merry journey with Tom Bombadil trotting gaily beside them, or before them, on Fatty Lumpkin, who could move much faster than his girth promised. Tom sang most of the time, but it was chiefly nonsense, or else perhaps a strange language unknown to the hobbits, an ancient language whose words were mainly those of wonder and delight. |
342 |
37 |
1.000 |
127.88 — (daniel598) |
72.18 |
72.18 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 61. |
#4350117 |
Frodo began to feel restless, and the old paths seemed too well-trodden. He looked at maps, and wondered what lay beyond their edges: maps made in the Shire showed mostly white spaces beyond its borders. |
203 |
71 |
0.999 |
118.20 — xiaobai (superbarnie) |
70.78 |
70.78 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 62. |
#4350111 |
Don't adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on the story. |
96 |
30 |
0.999 |
140.04 — (daniel598) |
53.80 |
53.80 |
November 19, 2020 |
| 63. |
#4190199 |
At that moment Gandalf lifted his staff, and crying aloud he smote the bridge before him. The staff broke asunder and fell from his hand. A blinding sheet of white flame sprang up. The bridge cracked. Right at the Balrog's feet it broke, and the stone upon which it stood crashed into the gulf, while the rest remained, poised, quivering like a tongue of rock thrust out into emptiness. |
386 |
60 |
0.998 |
137.96 — adonia (spongeboblovesfriends) |
70.11 |
70.11 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 64. |
#4350125 |
It's the job that's never started as takes longest to finish, as my old gaffer used to say. |
91 |
30 |
0.997 |
154.08 — daniel3131 (daniel3131) |
93.02 |
93.02 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 65. |
#4350114 |
Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow, bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow. None has ever caught him yet, for Tom, he is the Master: his songs are stronger songs, and his feet are faster. |
200 |
79 |
0.996 |
127.33 — xena (scogx3281) |
73.74 |
73.74 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 66. |
#4190204 |
The Great Ring shall go now to be an heirloom of the North Kingdom; but records of it shall be left in Gondor, where also dwell the heirs of Elendil, lest a time come when the memory of these great matters shall grow dim. |
221 |
81 |
0.996 |
127.90 — xiaobai (superbarnie) |
70.89 |
70.89 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 67. |
#4190197 |
I once knew every spell in all the tongues of Elves or Men or Orcs, that was ever used for such a purpose. I can still remember ten score of them without searching in my mind. But only a few trials, I think, will be needed; and I shall not have to call on Gimli for words of the secret dwarf-tongue that they teach to none. |
323 |
61 |
0.995 |
128.03 — MadsFuldGas (swaax) |
74.12 |
74.12 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 68. |
#4350157 |
If you come soon you'll find breakfast on the table. If you come late you'll get grass and rain-water! |
102 |
25 |
0.993 |
100.49 — Nick (gheel2000) |
61.34 |
61.34 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 69. |
#4190227 |
Immediately, though everything else remained as before, dim and dark, the shapes became terribly clear. He was able to see beneath their black wrappings. There were five tall figures: two standing on the lip of the dell, three advancing. In their white faces burned keen and merciless eyes; under their mantles were long grey robes; upon their grey hairs were helms of silver; in their haggard hands were swords of steel. |
421 |
63 |
0.990 |
120.15 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
71.11 |
71.11 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 70. |
#4350154 |
Tom clapped his hands and cried: "Tom, Tom! Your guests are tired, and you had near forgotten! Come now, my merry friends, and Tom will refresh you! You shall clean grimy hands, and wash your weary faces; cast off your muddy cloaks and comb out your tangles!" He opened the door, and they followed him down a short passage and round a sharp turn. They came to a low room with a sloping roof (a penthouse, it seemed, built on the north end of the house). Its walls were of clean stone, but they were mostly covered with green hanging mats and yellow curtains. The floor was flagged, and strewn with fresh green rushes. There were four deep mattresses, each piled with white blankets, laid on the floor along one side. Against the opposite wall was a long bench laden with wide earthenware basins, and beside it stood brown ewers filled with water, some cold, some steaming hot. There were soft green slippers set ready beside each bed. |
934 |
17 |
0.990 |
117.04 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
95.28 |
95.28 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 71. |
#4350106 |
It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not. |
93 |
37 |
0.989 |
166.02 — (zambricks) |
90.82 |
90.82 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 72. |
#4190216 |
They peered out. Before them was a cavernous hall. It was loftier and far longer than the one in which they had slept. They were near its eastern end; west-ward it ran away into darkness. Down the center stalked a double line of towering pillars. They were carved like boles of mighty trees whose boughs upheld the roof with a branching tracery of stone. Their stems were smooth and black, but a red glow was darkly mirrored in their sides. Right across the floor, close to the feet of two huge pillars a great fissure had opened. Out of it a fierce red light came, and now and again flames licked at the brink and curled about the bases of the columns. Wisps of smoke wavered in the hot air. |
692 |
72 |
0.989 |
122.26 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
74.87 |
74.87 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 73. |
#4190213 |
The others swung around and saw the waters of the lake seething, as if a host of snakes were swimming up from the southern end. Out from the water a long sinuous tentacle had crawled; it was pale green and luminous and wet. |
223 |
67 |
0.988 |
130.61 — police (styrofoam) |
68.57 |
68.57 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 74. |
#4190221 |
The chamber was filled with a soft light; its walls were green and silver and its roof of gold. Many Elves were seated there. On two chairs beneath the bole of the tree and canopied by a living bough there sat, side by side, Celeborn and Galadriel. |
248 |
70 |
0.986 |
115.79 — Dongles (dongles) |
70.56 |
70.56 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 75. |
#4350166 |
Once he was as great as his fame made him. His knowledge was deep, his thought was subtle, and his hands marvelously skilled; and he had a power over the minds of others. The wise he could persuade, and the smaller folk he could daunt. That power he certainly still keeps. There are not many in Middle-earth that I should say were safe, if they were left alone to talk with him, even now when he has suffered a defeat. Gandalf, Elrond, and Galadriel, perhaps, now that his wickedness has been laid bare, but very few others. |
524 |
38 |
0.986 |
114.55 — meh (isuckbutimtrying) |
78.24 |
78.24 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 76. |
#4190192 |
The leaves were long, the grass was green. The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, and in the glade a light was seen of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinuviel was dancing there to music of a pipe unseen. Light of stars was in her hair, and her raiment glimmering. |
255 |
77 |
0.982 |
116.68 — Rvd. Scott (hulkamaniabrother) |
72.25 |
72.25 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 77. |
#4350132 |
Elves seldom give unguarded advice, for advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill. |
128 |
32 |
0.980 |
124.88 — Flippers (willywonkathefear... |
55.50 |
55.50 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 78. |
#4180842 |
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. |
327 |
50 |
0.976 |
131.66 — MadsFuldGas (swaax) |
67.74 |
67.74 |
November 19, 2020 |
| 79. |
#4190203 |
To some there Bilbo's tale was wholly new, and they listened with amazement while the old hobbit, actually not at all displeased, recounted his adventure with Gollum, at full length. He did not omit a single riddle. He would have given also an account of his party and disappearance from the Shire, if he had been allowed; but Elrond raised his hand. |
350 |
65 |
0.974 |
150.37 — police (styrofoam) |
68.94 |
68.94 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 80. |
#4190187 |
The story ended. The hobbits moved and stretched. "Look!" said Merry. "The moon is rising: it must be getting late." The others looked up. Even as they did so, they saw on the top of the hill something small and dark against the glimmer of the moonrise. It was perhaps only a large stone or jutting rock shown up by the pale light. |
331 |
74 |
0.972 |
118.09 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
69.90 |
69.90 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 81. |
#4190215 |
They stumbled after him wondering what had happened. Doom, doom, went the drum-beats again: they now sounded muffled and far away, but they were following. There was no other sound of pursuit, neither tramp of foot, nor any voice. |
230 |
63 |
0.972 |
147.52 — Yolo (ahmni) |
71.20 |
71.20 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 82. |
#4190214 |
We drove out orcs from the great gate and guard - I think; the next word is blurred and burned: probably room - we slew many in the bright - I think - sun in the dale. Floi was killed by an arrow. He slew the great. Then there is a blur followed by Floi under grass near Mirror mere. The next line or two I cannot read. |
319 |
66 |
0.971 |
147.39 — (landarian) |
69.81 |
69.81 |
October 8, 2020 |
| 83. |
#4350104 |
"I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo. "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." |
231 |
69 |
0.966 |
150.81 — police (styrofoam) |
65.40 |
65.40 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 84. |
#4190190 |
The Three, fairest of all, the Elf-lords hid from him, and his hand never touched them or sullied them. Seven the Dwarf-kings possessed, but three he has recovered, and the others the dragons have consumed. Nine he gave to Mortal Men, proud and great, and so ensnared them. Long ago they fell under the dominion of the One, and they became Ringwraiths, shadows under his great Shadow, his most terrible servants. Long ago. It is many a year since the Nine walked abroad. Yet who knows? As the Shadow grows once more, they too may walk again. But come! We will not speak of such things even in the morning of the Shire. |
618 |
57 |
0.963 |
114.20 — Sangyoung (ddragoons) |
64.63 |
64.63 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 85. |
#4350153 |
"Welcome!" she said. "I had not heard that folk of the Shire were so sweet-tongued. But I see that you are an Elf-friend; the light in your eyes and the ring in your voice tells it. This is a merry meeting! Sit now, and wait for the Master of the house! He will not be long. He is tending your tired beasts." |
308 |
67 |
0.952 |
120.88 — atlas (guowiththeflo) |
66.10 |
66.10 |
November 6, 2020 |
| 86. |
#4350112 |
Over the field rang his clear voice calling: "Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world's ending!" |
96 |
19 |
0.944 |
141.91 — tanami (tanami) |
67.78 |
67.78 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 87. |
#4190206 |
"Then we must be more careful," said Gandalf. "If you bring a Ranger with you, it is well to pay attention to him, especially if the Ranger is Aragorn. We must stop talking aloud, rest quietly, and set the watch." |
213 |
78 |
0.942 |
121.67 — adonia (spongeboblovesfriends) |
59.74 |
59.74 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 88. |
#4190194 |
Of these words we could understand little, and we spoke to our father, Denethor, Lord of Minas Tirith, wise in the lore of Gondor. This only would he say, that Imladris was of old the name among the Elves of a far northern dale, where Elrond, the Half Elven dwelt, greatest of lore-masters. |
290 |
57 |
0.932 |
125.19 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
66.53 |
66.53 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 89. |
#4350120 |
I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death. "What do you fear, lady?" he asked. "A cage," she said. "To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire." |
250 |
54 |
0.923 |
141.73 — police (styrofoam) |
65.43 |
65.43 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 90. |
#4190195 |
A deadly sword, a healing hand, a back that bent beneath its load. A trumpet voice, a burning brand, a weary pilgrim on the road. A lord of wisdom throned he sat, swift in anger, quick to laugh. An old man in a battered hat, who leaned upon a thorny throne. He stood upon the bridge alone and fire and shadow both defied. His staff was broken on the stone, in Khazad-dum his wisdom died. |
387 |
69 |
0.922 |
128.33 — meh (isuckbutimtrying) |
69.36 |
69.36 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 91. |
#4190205 |
All sat silent for a while, until at length Boromir spoke. "He is a small thing, you say, this Gollum? Small, but great in mischief. What became of him? To what doom did you put him?" |
183 |
69 |
0.918 |
127.53 — Yolo (ahmni) |
67.25 |
67.25 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 92. |
#4350119 |
See, my precious: if we has it, then we can escape, even from Him, eh? Perhaps we grow very strong, stronger than Wraiths. Lord Smeagol? Gollum the Great? The Gollum! Eat fish every day, three times a day, fresh from the sea. |
225 |
62 |
0.907 |
104.21 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
56.66 |
56.66 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 93. |
#4190230 |
There was a younger dwarf at Gloin's side: his son Gimli. Beside Glorfindel there was several other counselors of Elrond's household, of whom Erestor was the chief; and with him was Galdor, an Elf from the Grey Havens who had come on an errand from Cirdan the Shipwright. There was also a strange Elf clad in green and brown, Legolas, a messenger from his father, Thranduil, the King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood. 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. |
541 |
55 |
0.904 |
108.03 — retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... |
61.46 |
61.46 |
November 18, 2020 |
| 94. |
#4350118 |
"You have had some very strange adventures, I hear," said Gloin. "I wonder greatly what brings four hobbits on so long a journey." |
130 |
24 |
0.903 |
82.70 — James (jamesarino) |
50.54 |
50.54 |
November 19, 2020 |
| 95. |
#4350115 |
Hey dol! Merry dol! Ring a dong, dillo! Ring a dong! Hop along! Fal lal the willow! Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo! |
119 |
25 |
0.806 |
89.83 — i am bad (blazecharge12345) |
41.64 |
41.64 |
November 18, 2020 |