New Challenge: Twenty-Five
It's been twenty-five years since the release of the "Fellowship" film transformed Tolkien fandom. This month's challenge looks back on iconic lines and scenes from the film trilogy.

I felt the summons reach me where I dwelt in the Other Place, bonds of magic wrapping themselves about me like a vice. With all the grace and friendliness of a kick to the behind, they flung me into the mortal world and into the confines of a pentacle.
I wasted no time searching for any mistake, any break in the lines of the summoning circle that would allow me to escape and cut my involuntary stint to the mortal plane short. Alas, this magician had done his homework. Try as I might, I couldn't find fault with his work. I suppressed a sigh. Well, that would have been too easy.
In the interest of getting it over with, I readied myself for whatever stupid demands the magician had no doubt lined up for me and drawled, “I am Mairon the Admirable, o Lord and Master, and your wish is my command. What is it you desire? Should I make that book over there float for you? Paint you a picture of your kindergarten sweetheart? Give a good drubbing to the bad boys who stole your favourite toy?”
The magician looked up at me with a peculiar expression on his face, nose slightly scrunched and eyebrows knitted together.
“You know, you're not at all what I expected you to be like,” he said.

It was in March of the 2989th year of the Third Age, 1389 by Shire-reckoning, that Bilbo Baggins went drinking with a few friends and did not return home later that night.
Of course, investigations of more and less seriousness were conducted by people with more and less authority to do so; but since nobody had been around to actually see an accident or a vanishing, no solution to the incident could be found, and the hobbits of the Shire had to content themselves with the fact that the Second Disappearance of Bilbo Baggins would remain an unsolved mystery.
When the mayor of Michel-Delving deemed that they had waited long enough to exclude a sudden, unexpected reappearance of Bilbo it was at last decided that it was time that Bilbo's estate and assets should go to the person determined in Bilbo's will...
One day, long before the events of "The Lord of the Rings" take place, Bilbo Baggins (once again) vanishes from the Shire without a trace or a good-bye. This time, though, Lobelia Sackville-Baggins secures Bag End for herself - as well as the mysterious magic ring that Bilbo has left behind.
From there on out, things go quite differently.

After the War of the Ring Goldberry finds a curious guest on the doorstep of Tom's house while doing her autumn cleaning. She and Tom open their doors for the stranger who reveals to be more than meets the eye at first glance - and who has come to them teetering on the edge of his own destruction, looking for what may be his last chance at finding salvation.

On their way home from Minas Tirith, the Hobbits have a strange encounter on the outskirts of the Barrow-downs...

Elrond rolled over and pressed closer to Celebrían, burying his face in her shoulder. He shut his eyes and tried not to think about how quickly their few remaining hours were dwindling.
He would not weep. He had promised himself he would not weep.

Eärendil and Elwing face the Choice of the Half-elven.
a mother's sacrifice. elwing mid-transformation

So alike to moths they were, he thought then, lured to light for the peace it promises.

“I love you both.” She pulls back to regard them, fighting hard to keep her voice steady. Elrond’s cheeks are wet. Elros is biting his trembling lip, refusing to let his tears fall. “Go now with Egalmoth. He will keep you safe.”

The second of six books covering the fall of the kingdom of Arnor

There is a lamp in Lómion’s bedroom that Aredhel does not allow to go out. It burns day and night, a yellow beacon in the dark that promises, You will be welcome here. There is healing to be found. You need only come.

Maglor just after the attack on Sirion
Part of the same Universe as Thangorodrim, Vodka and Unhinged

Colour now has returned to him. His cheeks and nose are pink with the early morning chill, his grey eyes are bright, and he is well enough to manage daily walks along the lakeshore with Fingon, a few dawn-quiet moments stolen together before the rest of camp wakes.
Fingolfin‘s Last Stand Monument on the Square of the High Kings in Tirion, digital art.

Night spreads from the peaks of Thangorodrim, digital art.

Annatar looking down fondly at his ring.

Eol witnesses the new lights

At the Darkening, Sauron waits in Aulë's kitchens for his lover.

It certainly was a strange, but very well loved and often used, teapot.

Eorl heard it before he saw it: the sliding of stones as they crossed the high pass into Gondor.

Elladan and Elrohir travel through Minhiriath, visiting places they once knew and pondering the choice of the Peredhil.

“Someday,” Elros said as they sat on a high promontory that overlooked the Sea to the west and the new-formed gulf to the south and east, “so far in the future that I suppose it might as well be forever away—”
“In which case it may as well be never,” Elrond said.

An excerpt from a Fourth Age Gondorian scholarly text addressing the cultivation of the corn of Valinor in Middle-earth.

In which one Fourth Age historian sets out to chart the complete history of the events and writing of the Lay of Leithian and ends up with an oral history of First Age politics, the Fall of Nargothrond, the Second Kinslaying, the Third Kinslaying, and one elf’s commentary on Second Age repertory theater.
OR “The Lay of Leithian: a Historiographical Approach” by Líwë Ríniel of the University of Tirion