Excerpt:
Tolkien – Watty
One of Tolkien’s most beautiful paragraphs:
“And then Ulmo lifted a mighty horn and blew a single great note, beside which the roar of the storm was no more than a breath of wind upon a lake. And when he heard that note, and was surrounded by it and filled with it, it seemed to Tuor that the coasts of Middle-earth vanished, and he beheld all the waters of the world in one vast vision: from the veins of the lands to the mouths of the rivers, and from beaches and estuaries to the depths. The Great Sea he saw through its restless regions, teeming with strange forms, even down to its lightless depths, where, amid eternal darkness, voices terrible to mortal ears resounded. Its immeasurable plains he surveyed with the swift sight of the Valar, lying windless beneath the gaze of Anar, or gleaming horned beneath the Moon, or rising in hills of wrath that broke upon the Shadowy Isles, until, remote on the edge of sight and beyond the count of leagues, he glimpsed a mountain, rising beyond the reach of his mind toward a shining cloud, and at its feet a long, glittering foam. And as he strove to hear the sound of those distant waves and to see more clearly that far light, the note ended, and he stood beneath the thunder of the storm, while lightning with many branches tore the heavens above him. And Ulmo had vanished, and the sea was in turmoil, as the wild waves of Ossë beat against the walls of Nevrast.”
The same paragraph, if Tolkien were writing in Wattpad style:
Ulmo lifted his horn.
He made it sound.
A single note.
Powerful.
The storm was roaring, but now it seemed like a breath, a simple whisper over a lake.
The note wrapped around Tuor. It surrounded him. It filled him.
The coasts disappeared. They faded away.
Tuor saw the waters of the world.
He saw the veins of the earth.
He saw the mouths of the rivers. He saw the beaches. He saw the estuaries. He saw the depths.
He looked at the Great Sea. It was restless. It was full of forms. Strange forms. It went all the way down.
There was no light there.
Only darkness.
In the darkness, voices sounded.
Terrible voices. Voices meant for mortals.
His gaze was fast, like that of the Valar.
He saw plains—vast, endless plains. He saw them still beneath the sun. He saw them shining beneath the moon.
He saw them rise like hills, hills of anger, breaking against the Isles, the Shadowy Isles.
At the end of his sight, beyond all measure, he saw a mountain.
It rose very high, toward a cloud, a shining cloud.
At its feet, there was foam—long, bright foam.
Tuor tried to hear those waves, the distant waves.
He tried to see that light, the distant light…
…"
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