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Vaxtsız bir qonaq kimi
Axarı var zamanın:
Bulaq kimi,çay kimi.
Bu çay alır qonağı,
Gəzdirir çayqırağı…
Xəbəri də olmadan
Oğurlayır qonağı
Elə öz pəncəsindən…
Atır qara boşluğa.
Bu boşluğun nə sonu,
Nə də əvvəli məlum
Bu bixəbər qonağa…
Bir az çay aparacaq,
Bir az həyatın özü.
Yazıq qonaq neyləsin?
Çıxsın dövranın gözü!
Nə doymur ki dincələk,
Nə qoyur biz düzələk…
Xırıltısız-filansız
Elə gəldiyin kimi,
Yapışıb əllərindən
Zamanın məhvərindən
Səni itirən kimi
Tapır yeni bir mehman..
Neyləmək olar axı
Bax belədir bu zaman…

Thranduil, also known as the Elvenking, was a Sindarin elf, King of the Woodland Realm, and father of Legolas. Because of Bilbo’s exploits and tales, Thranduil is perhaps the most well-known of the Elvenkings among non-elves. He was the leader of the wood-elves ofNorthern Mirkwood for more than three thousand years in Middle-earth, seeing his realm through attacks by the great spiders and the orcs. Thranduil was known for disliking the dwarves, a trait common among many of his kind.

First and Second Ages

Thranduil was the only son of Oropher. He was born sometime during the end of the First Age and lived in Doriath with Thingol and Melian. At the beginning of the Second Age, Thranduil lived in Lindon with Gil-galad while his father lived in Greenwood. After Oropher died in the war of Last Alliance, Thranduil went east to claim his inheritance and sometime before TA 1000 he established a kingdom in Greenwood the Great.

Third Age

 When Thorin Oakenshield and his party of Dwarvesentered northernMirkwood, they were captured by Thranduil’s guards and locked up when they refused to divulge their intentions. It was revealed that Thranduil had a quarrel with Dwarves over some jewels, possibly referring to the First Age murder in Doriath of the Elf kingThingol and the theft of his Silmaril.

After the death of the dragon Smaug, Thranduil supported Bard the Bowman’s claim of a share of the treasure the Dwarves recovered from the Lonely Mountain (Erebor), since Bard was a descendent of LordGirion of Dale, and the treasure of that town had been taken by Smaug to Erebor.

Thranduil led the elven forces in the Battle of the Five Armies, and during the War of the Ring he repulsed an attack from Dol Guldur. His actions were in concert with the Dwarves and the Men of Dale against the Easterlingswho attacked from the East.

Thranduil sent his son Legolas in Rivendell, along with other Elves to report Gollum’s escape in Mirkwood. The gradually-established friendship between the Dwarf Gimli and Legolas later helped to reconcile Thranduil’s people with the Dwarves.

Fourth Age

After the fall of Sauron, Thranduil fixed the southern boundary of his realm as theMountains of Mirkwood, and the Woodland Realm flourished well into the Fourth Age. He may have stayed on as the king of the Great Forest or left Middle-earth.

Lurtz was the first of Saruman’s Uruks to be bred, choking the first orc he sees to death within seconds of his birth. Attempting to intervene, other orcs (Snagae) move towards the newly born Uruk-Hai warrior, but Saruman halts their advance, intrigued by the malice and violence present in the Uruk’s blood, leaving the unfortunate orc to its fate. He became Saruman’s second-in-command, and led them into battle against the Fellowship of the Ring at Amon Hen. Lurtz was born from the first batch of Uruk-hai in Isengard’s pits, and so was much smarter and stronger than the later breeds which were bred more quickly, presumably so Saruman could amass an army more quickly; they likely developed to their fullest potential. Given that he gave orders to the other Uruks at the Amon Hen and given that he was given private audience with Saruman, he could presumably be called the strongest, smartest and most loyal of all of Saruman’s Uruk-hai warriors.

In the book-series, Boromir was slain by orc archers, described as having been “pierced by many arrows”. In the movie he was killed by Lurtz, who shoots him three times in the chest. Aragorn intervenes, tackling Lurtz to the ground before he could fire a close-range finishing shot at the Gondorian captain, and after a brief but intense fight, cuts off Lurtz’s right arm, stabs him in the stomach, and finally decapitates the Uruk leader. Boromir dies a few seconds later.  In the book, Uglúk was the leader of the orc-band from the beginning, with no mention of Lurtz at all.

The only notable personality trait he displays is a high tolerance to pain, shrugging off Aragorn stabbing him through the leg with a knife and slicing off his arm, and when stabbed through the stomach he actually pulls himself up to Aragorn in a last ditched effort to kill him – this shows that Lurtz, as the most powerful of all Uruk-hai, will never give up on killing his enemies.

The name “Lurtz” may have been derived by Jackson and his co-writers from the style ofTolkien’s Orkish language, specifically the name Lugburz, but it also sounds similar to Lurch from The Addams Family.

Lurtz’s name is never spoken aloud in the original film; it is only known from the franchise and credits.

However, in the extended edition of the film, Lurtz’s name is spoken by Saruman. Despite some initial fears that he was an entirely new character, he really wasn’t much different from other ‘generic Orc leaders’ already present in the book.

The character of Lurtz is one of the playable “heroes” for the Isengard faction in the computer game The Lord of the Rings: The Battle for Middle-earth, and the sequel The Lord of the Rings: The Battle for Middle-earth II, as well as a boss in the console game adaptions of The Two Towers, and ironically doesn’t appear in any of The Fellowship of the Ring video games. He also appears as a playable character in the video game The Lord of the Rings: Conquest and Lego: Lord of the Rings after he is unlocked.

The Mewlips

The Shadows where the Mewlips dwell
Are dark and wet as ink,
And slow and softly rings their bell,
As in the slime you sink.

You sink into the slime, who dare
To knock upon their door,
While down the grinning gargoyles stare
And noisome waters pour.

Beside the rotting river-strand
The drooping willows weep,
And gloomily the gorcrows stand
Croaking in their sleep.

Over the Merlock Mountains a long and weary way,
In a mouldy valley where the trees are grey,
By a dark pool’s borders without wind or tide,
Moonless and sunless, the Mewlips hide.

The cellars where the Mewlips sit
Are deep and dank and cold
With single sickly candle lit;
And there they count their gold.

Their walls are wet, their ceilings drip;
Their feet upon the floor
Go softly with a squish-flap-flip,
As they sidle to the door.

They peep out slyly; through a crack
Their feeling fingers creep,
And when they’ve finished, in a sack
Your bones they take to keep.

Beyond the Merlock Mountains, a long and lonely road,
Through the spider-shadows and the marsh of Tode,
And through the wood of hanging trees and gallows-weed,
You go to find the Mewlips – and the Mewlips feed.

Gorgoroth also called the Plateau of Gorgoroth was a region in the northwestern part of Mordor in Middle-earth.

The Area:

Gorgoroth stood at the heart of the dark lands of Mordor past theIsenmoutheand Udûnlays the Plateau of Gorgoroth, a vast wasteland in Mordor that holds not many secrets. Most of Sauron’s armies lay in wait at Gorgoroth for their master’s command. Five garrisons of Sauron’s Mordor orcs patrol the dusty plain. Mordor gets its water from Núrn, a lake in Mordor. Orcs and Trolls set up fires to see if anyone is coming in case if an enemy has secretly passed by the Morannon or Cirith Ungol. Gorgoroth stands near the fiery Mount Doom. Gorgoroth was always covered in the volcanic ash of Mount Doom and had no plant growth at all. The plateau was arid with extreme climates and was considered to be uninhabitable by Men or perhaps by anything else that lives.During the War of the Ring, Gorgoroth was the location of mines and forges which supplied Mordor’s armies with weapons and armor. Frodo and Sam looked upon Gorgoroth and passed through it on their way to Mount Doom between March 16 and March 24, 3019.

Popular (well,rather unpopular) Culture:

Many black metal bands benefited from characters and places of Middle-Earth.So did Gorgoroth – Norwegian Black Metal Band

Media File:The Plateau of Gorgoroth with Barad-dûr and Mount Doom in the background by Rodrigo Mendez.

In the Third Age, Sauron arose again in TA 1000, at first in a stronghold called Dol Guldur, the Hill of Sorcery, in southern Mirkwood TA 1050. There, he was disguised as a dark sorcerer known as the Necromancer, and the Elves did not realize at first that he was actually Sauron returned. The wizard Gandalf went to Dol Guldur in TA 2063in secret to see who it was that ran Dol Guldur but Sauron, sensing that his secret identity was about to be unveiled, had fled before him and gone into the East to hide; thus began the Watchful Peace. Sauron returned in TA 2460. Gandalf the Grey stole into Dol Guldur in TA 2850 and discovered the truth. Eventually, the White Council put forth their might and drove Sauron out in TA 2941. Without the Ring in his possession, Sauron could draw on only the smallest fraction of its strength, so that his enemies were able to drive him from Dol Guldur with relative ease. The Dark Lord, having had ample time to prepare, simply returned to Mordor and rebuilt Barad-dûr. Here, Sauron prepared for the final war against the free people of Middle-earth.

Sauron bred immense armies of Orcs and allied with and enslaved Men from the east and south. He gathered his most terrifying servants, the Nazgûl (airi in Quenyan), or Ringwraiths, each wearing one of the nine rings designed for mortal men. He adopted the symbol of a lidless eye, and was able to exert his will over Middle-earth, so that the Eye of Sauron became a symbol of power and fear. While Sauron did have a physical form, he remained much weakened without the One Ring and remained hidden in the shadows, directing his armies from afar.

Salam, xoş gəlmisən yuxularıma,

Heç olmasa burda çox gecikmədin.

Sallaq,ifadəsiz yuxuya,sağol,

Nikbin gülüşünü əsirgəmədin.

Tez-tez gel,yuxuda danışım sənlə,

Söyləyim dərdimi-sərimi sənə.

Qırıq arzuları yoğurum qəmlə..

Yuxuda təsəlli verərsən mənə.

Axarsız çay kimi çırpılır bəndə,

Yuxu toza dönür gün işığında.

Həqiqət onu bərk sıxır əlində,

Oyuncaq eyləyir göz qabağında.

Yuxu da,həyat da almır vecinə:

Biri ümid verir,o biri qırır.

Bilmirəm indi mən inanım kimə –

Bir əllə qaldırır,o biri yıxır.

Yuxu da gen gəzdi bu gecə məndən,

Olsun sabah yene geler bu zülmət.

Mene qalan isə uçuq sevgimdən

Olacaq yuxuda yalan həqiqət…

That is full version of Thorin Oakenshield’s Song.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To seek our pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught,
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, on twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves,
And harps of gold, where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the heights,
The wind was moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale,
And men looked up with faces pale.
The dragon’s ire, more fierce than fire,
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon.
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled the hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the Misty Mountains grim,
To dungeons deep and caverns dim,
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!

The wind was on the withered heath,
But in the forest stirred no leaf:
There shadows lay be night or day,
And dark things silent crept beneath.

The wind came down from mountains cold,
And like a tide it roared and rolled.
The branches groaned, the forest moaned,
And leaves were laid upon the mould.

The wind went on from West to East;
All movement in the forest ceased.
But shrill and harsh across the marsh,
Its whistling voices were released.

The grasses hissed, their tassels bent,
The reeds were rattling—on it went.
O’er shaken pool under heavens cool,
Where racing clouds were torn and rent.

It passed the Lonely Mountain bare,
And swept above the dragon’s lair:
There black and dark lay boulders stark,
And flying smoke was in the air.

It left the world and took its flight
Over the wide seas of the night.
The moon set sale upon the gale,
And stars were fanned to leaping light.

Under the Mountain dark and tall,
The King has come unto his hall!
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
And ever so his foes shall fall!

The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong.
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

On silver necklaces they strung
The light of stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
The melody of harps they wrung.

The mountain throne once more is freed!
O! Wandering folk, the summons heed!
Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste!
The king of friend and kin has need.

Now call we over the mountains cold,
‘Come back unto the caverns old!’
Here at the gates the king awaits,
His hands are rich with gems and gold.

The king has come unto his hall
Under the Mountain dark and tall.
The Worm of Dread is slain and dead,
And ever so our foes shall fall!

Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away, ere break of day
Far over the wood and mountain tall.

To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell.
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
And whither then we cannot tell.

With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.

We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!

Həyatın son dəfə güldüyü yerdə,

Tuta biləydim mən əllərindən kaş.

Məni itirdiyim öz içimdə sən

Qopara biləydin özünü sən kaş…

Çırpındım həyatın sərt qayasına

Əl boyda sahilim sən olaydın kaş.

Küləklər qopartdı ruhumu məndən…

İçimdə qasırğa sən olaydın kaş.

Gülmək,ağlamaq da itib gözümdən,

Bircə damcı yaşım sən olaydın kaş.

Bütün alovların söndüyü yerdə

Cılız qıvılcımım sən olaydın kaş..

Gördüyüm hər surət,hər sima sənsən,

Divarda kölgəm də sən olaydın kaş.

Sən başqa səmada,uzaq Yerdə mən…

Ovcumdakı ulduz sən olaydın kaş.

Sözlərim içimə həkk olunubdu,

Danışa bilmirəm,dinləyənim yox.

Neyləyək?Deyəsən çox sevdim səni…

Xəstəlik kimisən,əlacın da yox..

Eyb etməz,gözlərəm mən səni lap çox…

Əcəl nəfəsim də sən olaydın kaş…

Ümid…Ürəyimizin ən dib bucağında,bəlkə də uşaq vaxtı hardasa gördüyümüz,təsadüf nəticəsində dadına baxdığımız,oynadığımız,qırdığımız oyuncağı əldə etmək arzusunun zəif ehtimala əks olunan dəyəri.Bəzən heçlik…Nə oyuncaq var,nə də oyuncaqla oynamağa həvəs…Amma yenədə özündən xəbərsiz oyuncağın mahiyyətinin nə qədər əhəmiyyətli olduğunu dərk edirsən;uşaq olmaq – oyuncaqla oynamaqdır sənin üçün.Bunu dərk etdiyin anda o dib bucaqdakı toxum heç nəyi vecinə almayıb səni içərdən yeyə-yeyə boy atmağa başlayır.

Həyat da belədir.Obyektlər,şəxslər elə bir vaxtda qarşına çıxır ki..İllər uzunu ürəyində bütləşdirdiyin obraz ya da istifadəsi sənə ən uyğun olan cihaz elə bir anı seçib gözünə girir ki,nə etinasız qala bilirsən,nə də əldə etməyə cürətin çatır.Bəzən “hə”  ilə “yox” arasında qalır insan.”Hə” məlum məsələdi.Ümidin,həmin ehtimalın reallığa çevrilməsinin təntənəsidi..Di gəl ki,”yox”.Bu etiraz bəzən ümidlərin üstündən elə xətt çəkir ki,nə ehtimal qalır,nə də o ehtimalı dirçəldəcək güman.İnsan ümidini də cibinə qoyub,öz içindəki mağaraya çəkilir.Heç kimin yolunu bilmədiyi o qaranlıq məbədə.Ümidini də qarşısına qoyub hər şeyi götür-qoy eləməyə başlayır.Əbəs yerə “Ümid sonda ölür.” deməyiblər.Zırrama körpədi ümidlərimiz.Reallığı görüb,başa düşməyə şüuru olmayan varlıqlardı.İnsan təbiətindəki  eqosentrizm isə bu ağlağan uşaqlara inanmağa çağırır,suallar verməyi əmr edir bizə…Reallığı unutdurur…

Ümid pozur həyatımızı… Далбаёб oluruq istəmədən..Bilmədən..Ümid pozur hər şeyi…