Van Gogh WheatField at Sunset

Van Gogh WheatField at SunsetVan Gogh Sprig of Flowering Almond Blossom in a glassVan Gogh Orchard with cypressVan Gogh Landscape with Ploughed Fields
'Who lives in this land?' he asked. 'And who built these towers? Is this troll-country?''No!' said Strider. 'Trolls do not build. No one lives in this land. Men once dwelt here, ages ago; but none remain now. They became an evil people, as legends tell, for they fell under the shadow of Angmar. But all were destroyed in the war that not my fate to sit in peace, even in the fair house of Elrond.'The hills now began to shut them in. The Road behind held on its way to the River Bruinen, but both were now hidden from view. The travellers came into a long valley; narrow, deeply cloven, dark and silent. Trees with old and twisted roots hung over cliffs, and piled up behind into mounting slopes of pine-wood.The hobbits grew very weary. They advanced slowly, for they had to pick their way through a pathless country, encumbered by fallen trees and tumbled rocks. As long as they could they avoided climbing for brought the North Kingdom to its end. But that is now so long ago that the hills have forgotten them, though a shadow still lies on the land.''Where did you learn such tales, if all the land is empty and forgetful?' asked Peregrin. 'The birds and beasts do not tell tales of that son.''The heirs of Elendil do not forget all things past,' said Strider; 'and many more things than I can tell are remembered in Rivendell.' 'Have you often been to Rivendell?' said Frodo. 'I have,' said Strider. 'I dwelt there once, and still I return when I may.There my heart is; but it is