I just sat down in a corner of the dining room at my workplace and read the linked text out loud. Some of my coworkers looked upon me in awe and amazement, while others frowned upon my seemingly strange, socially unacceptable behavior. But I cared not, for I have recently come to find reading books out loud fulfilling and calming, although most of the books that I read in this manner are written in Hungarian, one of my first languages.

Having finished listening to The Silmarillion, read by Martin Shaw, and The Children of Húrin, read by Sir Christopher Lee before that, I am now listening to Unfinished Tales, read by Samuel West and Timothy West.

My love for Tolkien's world grows steadily.