Welcome to the original fuck yeah blog for the Lord of the Rings trilogy, created on the 26th of May 2009.
This is an unofficial blog run by and for fans. I do not claim ownership over anything you see on this page, unless stated otherwise.
"One of the wonderful treats that came as a by-product to the building of Rivendell was that - while we were building it - Alan Lee was so… attached to this miniature that he’d come down regularly and work on it - with us.” - Richard Taylor
‘And have you marked the brethren Elladan and Elrohir? Less sombre is their gear than the others’, and they are fair and gallant as Elven-lords; and that is not to be wondered at in the sons of Elrond of Rivendell.’
'What?' shouted Tom Bombadil, leaping up in the air. 'Old Man Willow? Naught worse than that, eh? That can soon be mended. I know the tune for him. Old grey Willow-man! I'll freeze his marrow cold, if he don't behave himself. I'll sing his roots off. I'll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away. Old Man Willow!' Setting down his lilies carefully on the grass, he ran to the tree. There he saw Merry's feet still sticking out -the rest had already been drawn further inside. Tom put his mouth to the crack and began singing into it in a low voice. They could not catch the words, but evidently Merry was aroused. His legs began to kick. Tom sprang away, and breaking off a hanging branch smote the side of the willow with it. 'You let them out again, Old Man Willow!' he said. 'What be you a-thinking of? You should not be waking. Eat earth! Dig deep! Drink water! Go to sleep! Bombadil is talking!' He then seized Merry's feet and drew him out of the suddenly widening crack.
In Lord of the Rings, Rivendell was tired. It was really dying. In The Hobbit, Rivendell is in full swing. More richness in the colors, more detail, more depth and full of life. — Dan Hennah, Production designer