Legolas Quotes

“Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

“To the sea, to the sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling,
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling,
The voices of my people that have gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,
In Eressea, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people forever!”
― J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

“He stands not alone. You would die before your stroke fell.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“Yes, they are elves," Legolas said. "and they say that you breathe so loud they could shoot you in the dark." Sam hastily covered his mouth.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

“He was tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Book of Lost Tales 2

“I am at home among trees.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

“Green are the leaves I leave in Mirkwood.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

“Farewell!' he said to Gandalf. 'I go to find the Sun!”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

“Oh my god, I just made out with Legolas!' Again, I’m not going to name that actor, as I wish to respect his privacy”
― Anna Kendrick, Scrappy Little Nobody

“They say that you breathe so loud that they could shoot you in the dark.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“...underneath their human guises, they looked like the typical faery - that is, no wings, scantily clad and kind of man-pretty like Orlando Bloom's Legolas...”
― Kevin Hearne, Hounded

“For the rest, they shall represent the other Free Peoples of the World: Elves, Dwarves, and Men, Legolas shall be for the Elves; and Gimli son of Gloin for the Dwarves. They are willing to go at least to the passes of the Mountains, and maybe beyond. For Men you shall have Aragorn son of Arathorn, for the Ring of Isildur concerns him closely”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“Pero descansad, si tenéis que hacerlo. Mas no abandonéis toda esperanza. Del día de mañana nada sabemos aún. La solución se encuentra a menudo a la salida del sol.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“Shall I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box?”
― Tolkien J.R.R, The Two Towers

“what about side by side with a friend?”
― Tolkien J. R. R., The Return of the King

“Allow me," said the elf, proffering Gimlet's beard to Frito, who was now sneezing uncontrollably.”
― The Harvard Lampoon, Bored of the Rings: A Parody of J.R.R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings

“Well, here is the strangest riddle that we have yet found!’ exclaimed Legolas. ‘A bound prisoner escapes both from the Orcs and from the surrounding horsemen. He then stops, while still in the open, and cuts his bonds with an orc-knife. But how and why? For if his legs were tied, - how did he walk? And if-his arms were tied; how did he use the knife? And if neither were tied, why did he cut the cords at all? Being pleased with his skill, he then sat down an quietly ate some waybread! That at least is enough to show that he was a hobbit, without the mallorn-leaf. After that, I suppose, he turned his arms into wings and flew away singing into the trees. It should be easy to find him: we only need wings ourselves!”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“Well, here is the strangest riddle that we have yet found!’ exclaimed Legolas. ‘A bound prisoner escapes both from the Orcs and from the surrounding horsemen. He then stops, while still in the open, and cuts his bonds with an orc-knife. But how and why? For if his legs were tied, - how did he walk? And if-his arms were tied; how did he use the knife? And if neither were tied, why did he cut the cords at all? Being pleased with his skill, he then sat down and quietly ate some waybread! That at least is enough to show that he was a hobbit, without the mallorn-leaf. After that, I suppose, he turned his arms into wings and flew away singing into the trees. It should be easy to find him: we only need wings ourselves!”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn yo owe him your allegiance”
― Tolkien J.R.R, The Two Towers

“We have trusted you this far...”
― Tolkien J.R.R, The Two Towers

“you would die before your stroke fell”
― TOLKIEN J R R, The Two Towers

“and you have my bow”
― Tolkien J. R. R., The Fellowship of the Ring

“they're taking the hobbits to isengard”
― Tolkien J.R.R, The Two Towers

“A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night.”
― Tolkien J.R.R

“this forest is old. very old. full of memories...and anger.”
― Tolkien J.R.R, The Two Towers

“your friends are with you,aragorn.”
― Tolkien J.R.R, The Two Towers

“the stars are veiled. something stirs in the east. a sleepless malice. the eye of the enemy is moving. he is here.”
― Tolkien J. R. R., The Return of the King

“Lembas!
One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man!
How many did you eat?
Four.”
― Tolkien J. R. R.

“Ha-ha!” I initiated a home-plate slide. In my mind, the manoeuvre had seemed so simple: I would glide effortlessly across the floor, avoiding Leader Guy’s thrust, veering between his legs as I fired at multiple targets from a supine position. If Orlando Bloom could do it in Lord of the Rings, why couldn’t I?

I neglected to consider that this floor was carpeted. I fell flat on my back and Leader Guy tripped over me, barrelling headfirst into the wall.”
― Rick Riordan, The Tower of Nero

“Strange are the ways of Men, Legolas! Here they have one of the marvels of the Northern World, and what do they say of it? Caves, they say! Caves! Holes to fly to in time of war, to store fodder in! My good Legolas, do you know that the caverns of Helm’s Deep are vast and beautiful? There would be an endless pilgrimage of Dwarves, merely to gaze at them, if such things were known to be. Aye indeed, they would pay pure gold for a brief glance!’

‘And I would give gold to be excused,’ said Legolas; ‘and double to be let out, if I strayed in!’

‘You have not seen, so I forgive your jest,’ said Gimli. ‘But you speak like a fool. Do you think those halls are fair, where your King dwells under the hill in Mirkwood, and Dwarves helped in their making long ago? They are but hovels compared with the caverns I have seen here: immeasurable halls, filled with an everlasting music of water that tinkles into pools, as fair as Kheled-zâram in the starlight.

‘And, Legolas, when the torches are kindled and men walk on the sandy floors under the echoing domes, ah! then, Legolas, gems and crystals and veins of precious ore glint in the polished walls; and the light glows through folded marbles, shell-like, translucent as the living hands of Queen Galadriel. There are columns of white and saffron and dawn-rose, Legolas, fluted and twisted into dreamlike forms; they spring up from many-coloured floors to meet the glistening pendants of the roof: wings, ropes, curtains fine as frozen clouds; spears, banners, pinnacles of suspended palaces! Still lakes mirror them: a glimmering world looks up from dark pools covered with clear glass; cities. such as the mind of Durin could scarce have imagined in

his sleep, stretch on through avenues and pillared courts, on into the dark recesses where no light can come. And plink! a silver drop falls, and the round wrinkles in the glass make all the towers bend and waver like weeds and corals in a grotto of the sea. Then evening comes: they fade and twinkle out; the torches pass on into another chamber and another dream. There is chamber after chamber, Legolas; hall opening out of hall, dome after dome, stair beyond stair; and still the winding paths lead on into the mountains’ heart. Caves! The Caverns of Helm’s Deep! Happy was the chance that drove me there! It makes me weep to leave them.’

‘Then I will wish you this fortune for your comfort, Gimli,’ said the Elf, ‘that you may come safe from war and return to see them again. But do not tell all your kindred! There seems little left for them to do, from your account. Maybe the men of this land are wise to say little: one family of busy dwarves with hammer and chisel might mar more than they made.’

‘No, you do not understand,’ said Gimli. ‘No dwarf could be unmoved by such loveliness. None of Durin’s race would mine those caves for stones or ore, not if diamonds and gold could be got there. Do you cut down groves of blossoming trees in the spring-time for firewood? We would tend these glades of flowering stone, not quarry them. With cautious skill, tap by tap – a small chip of rock and no more, perhaps, in a whole anxious day – so we could work, and as the years went by, we should open up new ways, and display far chambers that are still dark, glimpsed only as a void beyond fissures in the rock. And lights, Legolas! We should make lights, such lamps as once shone in Khazaddûm; and when we wished we would drive away the night that has lain there since the hills were made; and when we desired rest, we would let the night return.”
― Tolkien J R R