Intertextualidad

Cambios en el Hobbit

‘Very well,’ said Bilbo. ‘I will do as you bid. But I will now tell the true
story, and if some here have heard me tell it otherwise’ – he looked
sidelong at Glo ́in – ‘I ask them to forget it and forgive me. I only wished
to claim the treasure as my very own in those days, and to be rid of the
name of thief that was put on me. But perhaps I understand things a
little better now. Anyway, this is what happened.’ (The Council of
Elrond, 324)

El Concilio Blanco expulsa al Nigromante de Gundabad

They were troubled [Elves and Dwarves], and some spoke in whispers
of the Enemy and of the Land of Mordor.
That name the hobbits only knew in legends of the dark past, like a
shadow in the background of their memories; but it was ominous and
disquieting. It seemed that the evil power in Mirkwood had been driven
out by the White Council only to reappear in greater strength in the old
strongholds of Mordor. The Dark Tower had been rebuilt, it was said.
From there the power was spreading far and wide, and away far east
and south there were wars and growing fear. Orcs were multiplying
again in the mountains. Trolls were abroad, no longer dull-witted, but
cunning and armed with dreadful weapons. And there were murmured
hints of creatures more terrible than all these, but they had no name.
(Shadow of the Past, 57).

Sobre los personajes de El Hobbit

De la página 296 a la 299, Glóin regresa a la historia y narra el destino
de muchos personajes y sus descendientes; los enanos de Erebor ya no
son capaces de fabricar armas y armaduras tales como las de sus
antecesores, pero son mucho mejores constructores y arquitectos que
ellos (posible paso de una “Edad” a otra, una edad de guerra y gloria a
una edad de paz y progreso).

‘Some here will remember that many years ago I myself dared to pass
the doors of the Necromancer in Dol Guldur, and secretly explored his
ways, and found thus that our fears were true: he was none other than
Sauron, our Enemy of old, at length taking shape and power again.
Some, too, will remember also that Saruman dissuaded us from open
deeds against him, and for long we watched him only. Yet at last, as his
shadow grew, Saruman yielded, and the Council put forth its strength
and drove the evil out of Mirkwood – and that was in the very year of
the finding of this Ring: a strange chance, if chance it was. (The Council
of Elrond, 326)
‘You speak of what you do not know, when you liken Moria to the
stronghold of Sauron,’ answered Gandalf. ‘I alone of you have ever been
in the dungeons of the Dark Lord, and only in his older and lesser
dwelling in Dol Guldur. Those who pass the gates of Barad-duˆr do not
return. But I would not lead you into Moria if there were no hope of
coming out again. If there are Orcs there, it may prove ill for us, that is
true. But most of the Orcs of the Misty Mountains were scattered or
destroyed in the Battle of Five Armies. The Eagles report that Orcs are
gathering again from afar; but there is a hope that Moria is still free.
(A Journey in the Dark, 386)

Sobre la creación de los Anillos de Poder

‘In Eregion long ago many Elven-rings were made, magic rings as you
call them, and they were, of course, of various kinds: some more potent
and some less. The lesser rings were only essays in the craft before it
was full-grown, and to the Elven-smiths they were but trifles – yet still
to my mind dangerous for mortals. But the Great Rings, the Rings of
Power, they were perilous. (Shadow of the Past, 61).

El ascenso del Rey Brujo de Angmar

They heard of the Great Barrows, and the green mounds, and the stone-
rings upon the hills and in the hollows among the hills. Sheep were
bleating in flocks. Green walls and white walls rose. There were
fortresses on the heights. 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 the biers of
dead kings and queens; and mounds covered them, and the stone doors
were shut; and the grass grew over all. Sheep walked for a while biting
the grass, but soon the hills were empty again. A shadow came out of
dark places far away, and the bones were stirred in the mounds.
Barrow-wights walked in the hollow places with a clink of rings on cold
fingers, and gold chains in the wind. Stone rings grinned out of the
ground like broken teeth in the moonlight. (In the House of Tom
Bombadil, 170-1).

‘Old knives are long enough as swords for hobbit-people,’ he said.

‘Sharp blades are good to have, if Shire-folk go walking, east, south, or
far away into dark and danger.’ Then he told them that these blades
were forged many long years ago by Men of Westernesse: they were
foes of the Dark Lord, but they were overcome by the evil king of Carn
Duˆ m in the Land of Angmar.
‘Few now remember them,’ Tom murmured, ‘yet still some go
wandering, sons of forgotten kings walking in lone- liness, guarding
from evil things folk that are heedless.’ (Fog on the Barrow-Wigths,
190).
‘No. There is no barrow on Weathertop, nor on any of these hills,’
answered Strider. ‘The Men of the West did not live here; though in
their latter days they defended the hills for a while against the evil that
came out of Angmar. This path was made to serve the forts along the
walls. But long before, in the first days of the North Kingdom, they built
a great watch-tower on Weathertop, Amon Sûl they called it. It was
burned and broken, and nothing remains of it now but a tumbled ring,
like a rough crown on the old hill’s head. Yet once it was tall and fair. It
is told that Elendil stood there watching for the coming of Gil-galad out
of the West, in the days of the Last Alliance.’ (A Knife in the Dark, 242).

Los Hombres del Oeste

But there are few left in Middle-earth like Aragorn son of Arathorn. The
race of the Kings from over the Sea is nearly at an end. It may be that
this War of the Ring will be their last adventure.’
‘Do you really mean that Strider is one of the people of the old Kings?’
said Frodo in wonder. ‘I thought they had all vanished long ago. I
thought he was only a Ranger.’ ‘Only a Ranger!’ cried Gandalf. ‘My dear
Frodo, that is just what the Rangers are: the last remnant in the North
of the great people, the Men of the West. They have helped me before;
and I shall need their help in the days to come; for we have reached
Rivendell, but the Ring is not yet at rest.’ (Many Meetings, 287-88).

La edad de Tom Bombadil

‘Don’t you know my name yet? That’s the only answer. Tell me, who are
you, alone, yourself and nameless? But you are young and I am old.
Eldest, that’s what I am. Mark my words, my friends: Tom was here
before the river and the trees; Tom remembers the first raindrop and
the first acorn. He made paths before the Big People, and saw the little
People arriving. He was here before the Kings and the graves and the
Barrow-wights. When the Elves passed westward, Tom was here
already, before the seas were bent. He knew the dark under the stars
when it was fearless – before the Dark Lord [¿Melkor?] came from
Outside.’ (In the House of Tom Bombadil, 172).

Los hombres de Bree

The Men of Bree were brown-haired, broad, and rather short, cheerful
and independent: they belonged to nobody but themselves; but they
were more friendly and familiar with Hobbits, Dwarves, Elves, and
other inhabitants of the world about them than was (or is) usual with
Big People. According to their own tales they were the original
inhabitants and were the descendants of the first Men that ever
wandered into the West of the middle-world. Few had survived the
turmoils of the Elder Days; but when the Kings returned again over the
Great Sea they had found the Bree-men still there, and they were still
there now, when the memory of the old Kings had faded into the grass.
(At the Sign of the Prancing Pony, 195).

Convivencia entre los Hobbits y los hombres de Bree

There were also many families of hobbits in the Bree-land; and they
claimed to be the oldest settlement of Hobbits in the world, one that
was founded long before even the Brandy- wine was crossed and the
Shire colonized. They lived mostly in Staddle though there were some
in Bree itself, especially on the higher slopes of the hill, above the
houses of the Men. The Big Folk and the Little Folk (as they called one
another) were on friendly terms, minding their own affairs in their own
ways, but both rightly regarding themselves as necessary parts of the
Bree-folk. Nowhere else in the world was this peculiar (but excellent)
arrangement to be found. (At the Sign of the Prancing Pony, 196).

Beren and Luthien, Silmarillion

It tells of the meeting of Beren son of Barahir and Lu ́ thien Tinu ́ viel.
Beren was a mortal man, but Lu ́ thien was the daughter of Thingol, a
King of Elves upon Middle-earth when the world was young; and she
was the fairest maiden that has ever been among all the children of this
world. As the stars above the mists of the Northern lands was her
loveliness, and in her face was a shining light. In those days the Great
Enemy, of whom Sauron of Mordor was but a servant, dwelt in Angband
in the North, and the Elves of the West coming back to Middle-earth
made war upon him to regain the Silmarils which he had stolen; and the
fathers of Men aided the Elves. But the Enemy was victorious and
Barahir was slain, and Beren escaping through great peril came over
the Mountains of Terror into the hidden Kingdom of Thingol in the
forest of Neldoreth. There he beheld Lu ́ thien singing and dancing in a
glade beside the enchanted river Esgalduin; and he named her Tinu
́viel, that is Nightingale in the language of old. Many sorrows befell
them afterwards, and they were parted long. Tinu ́viel rescued Beren
from the dungeons of Sauron, and together they passed through great
dangers, and cast down even the Great Enemy from his throne, and
took from his iron crown one of the three Silmarils, brightest of all
jewels, to be the bride-price of Lu ́thien to Thingol her father. Yet at the
last Beren was slain by the Wolf that came from the gates of Angband,
and he died in the arms of Tinu ́ viel. But she chose mortality, and to die
from the world, so that she might follow him; and it is sung that they
met again beyond the Sundering Seas, and after a brief time walk- ing
alive once more in the green woods, together they passed, long ago,
beyond the confines of this world. So it is that Lu ́thien Tinu ́viel alone
of the Elf-kindred has died indeed and left the world, and they have lost
her whom they most loved. But from her the lineage of the Elf-lords of
old descended among Men. There live still those of whom Lu ́thien was
the foremother, and it is said that her line shall never fail. Elrond of
Rivendell is of that Kin. For of Beren and Lu ́ thien was born Dior
Thingol’s heir; and of him Elwing the White whom Eärendil wedded, he
that sailed his ship out of the mists of the world into the seas of heaven
with the Silmaril upon his brow. And of Ea ̈rendil came the Kings of Nu
́menor, that is Westernesse.’ (A Knife in the Dark, 252-3).

La Guerra del Anillo

‘When I read these words, my quest was ended. For the traced writing
was indeed as Isildur guessed, in the tongue of Mordor and the servants
of the Tower. And what was said therein was already known. For in the
day that Sauron first put on the One, Celebrimbor, maker of the Three,
was aware of him, and from afar he heard him speak these words, and
so his evil purposes were revealed. (The Council of Elrond, 329) *A
diferencia de lo que se muestra en la serie de Amazon, el Único ya
existía cuando Eregion fue destruido por Sauron.

Reina Berúnthiel
He has led us in here against our fears, but he will lead us out again, at
whatever cost to himself. He is surer of finding the way home in a blind
night than the cats of Queen Beru ́thiel.’ (Aragorn sobre Gandalf) (A
Journey in the Dark, 405).