sexta-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2018

Mundos Imaginados: Doriath

Da minha leitura do The Silmarilions, apaixonei-me por Doriath e pela história de Thingol e Melian:

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«Therefore the Naugrim laboured long and gladly for Thingol, and devised for him mansions after the fashion of their people, delved deep in the earth (...). Beyond the gates wide passages ran down to high halls and chambers far below that were hewn in the living stone, so many and so great that that dwelling was named Menegroth, the Thousand Caves.
But the Elves also had part in that labour, and Elves and Dwarves together, each with their own skill, there wrought out the visions of Melian, images of the wonder and beauty of Valinor beyond the Sea. The pillars of Menegroth were hewn in the likeness of the beeches of Orome, stock, bough, and leaf, and they were lit with lanterns of gold. The nightingales sang there as in the gardens of Lorien; and there were fountains of silver, and basins of marble, and floors of many-coloured stones. Carven figures of beasts and birds there ran upon the walls, or climbed upon the pillars, or peered among the branches entwined with many flowers. And as the years passed Melian and her maidens filled the halls with woven hangings wherein could be read the deeds of the Valar, and many things that had befallen in Arda since its beginning, and shadows of things that were yet to be. That was the fairest dwelling of any king that has ever been east of the Sea.
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And when Thingol came again to Menegroth he learned that the Ore-host in the west was victorious, and had driven Cirdan to the rim of the sea. Therefore he withdrew all his people that his summons could reach within the fastness of Neldoreth and Region, and Melian put forth her power and fenced all that dominion round about with an unseen wail of shadow and bewilderment: the Girdle of Melian, that none thereafter could pass against her will or the will of King Thingol, unless one should come with a power greater than that of Melian the Maia. And this inner land, which was long named Eglador, was after called Doriath, the guarded kingdom, Land of the Girdle. Within it there was yet a watchful peace; (...)».
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Era um sítio que eu gostava que existisse (ainda, porque mesmo segundo Tolkien, já desapareceu). Porém, como bem disse Dumbledore:

4 comentários:

Paula Lima disse...

Sonhar é das melhores coisas que podemos fazer, desde que não nos esqueçamos de viver!
Tolkien era um génio criativo!
Bom fim de semana!

Margarida Elias disse...

Paula - Concordo inteiramente! :-) Boa tarde!

LuisY disse...

Margarida.

Desde muito cedo que desenho mapas de países imaginados e plantas de cidades, que não existem. Alguns desses desenhos são muito grandes e concebo uma cidade desde a sua criação, passando pela Idade Média, com as suas muralhas, pelo século XIX com avenidas desafogadas, até à Idade Contemporânea com vias rápidas por todo o lado. É um mundo só meu, que não partilho, mas que por vezes se torna um terrível vício. Creio que também se relaciona com uma certa paixão pela história e pelo urbanismo, que recrio à minha maneira.

Bjos e bom fim-de-semana

Margarida Elias disse...

LuisY - Que interessante! É pena não partilhar :-) Eu por vezes imagino mundos, mas só na minha cabeça. Mas adoro utopias e mundos imaginários. Bom fim-de-semans!