? (probabilmente un Regno Elfico o Nanico) – 2.941 T.E., parte del tesoro dei Troll
Sono molti i bizzarri e inattesi oggetti che popolano le storie di Arda, e di molti, tra di essi, conosciamo poco più che la loro forma e la loro funzione.…
Il Troll Solitario
Terra di Mezzo, Seconda Era (?) – ?
Alcuni dei personaggi più misteriosi delle grandi epopea dei tempi antichi ci giungono da raccolte di storie e di canzoni tramandate per mano degli Hobbit. Tra di essi, peculiari sono quelli descritti da Samvise Gamgee nei suoi poemetti che, nel corso delle successive revisioni del Libro Rosso per mano sua e dei suoi discendenti, sono entrati a far parte della grande narrazione Hobbit dei grandi eventi delle Prime Ere di Arda.…
I giganti di roccia
? (Origine di Arda?) – Scomparsi dalle cronache nella Quarta Era
Tra i personaggi più misteriosi di tutte le leggende degli Antichi Tempi, i giganti sono creature che, per la mancanza di fonti documentali e per la loro innata lontananza dalle vicende di Elfi, Uomini e Hobbit, sono sempre sfuggiti da ogni descrizione e classificazione.…
‘O Perry-the-Winkle boy’, he cried,
‘come, you’re the lad for me!
Now if you’re willing to take a ride,
I’ll carry you home to tea’.
He jumped on his back and held on tight,
and ‘Off you go!’ said he;
and the Winkle had a feast that night,
and sat on the old Troll’s knee.…
The old Troll sadly sat and wept
outside the Lockholes gate,
and Perry-the-Winkle up he crept
and patted him on the pate.
‘O why do you weep, you great big lump?
You’re better outside than in!’
He gave the Troll a friendly thump,
and laughed to see him grin.…
The Troll went on to the market-place
and peeped above the stalls;
the sheep went wild when they saw his face,
and the geese flew over the walls.
Old Farmer Hogg he spilled his ale,
Bill Butcher threw a knife,
and Grip his dog, he turned his tail
and ran to save his life.…
Old Pott the Mayor was strolling near;
when he heard that awful sound,
he turned all purple and pink with fear,
and dived down underground.
The Lonely Troll was hurt and sad:
‘Don’t go!’ he gently said,
but old Mrs. Bunce ran home like mad
and hid beneath her bed.…
He looked around, and who did he meet
but old Mrs. Bunce and all
with umbrella and basket walking the street;
and he smiled and stopped to call:
‘Good morning, ma’am! Good day to you!
I hope I find you well?’…
‘Come, come!’ he thought, ‘this will not do!
I must go and find a friend;
a-walking soft I’ll wander through
the Shire from end to end’.
Down he went, and he walked all night
with his feet in boots of fur;
to Delving he came in the morning light,
when folk were just astir.…
‘I steal no gold, I drink no beer,
I eat no kind of meat;
but People slam their doors in fear,
whenever they hear my feet.
O how I wish that they were neat,
and my hands were not so rough!…
