The time has come for the dominion of Men

“Remember today, little brother”

(…)He tarries and I grieve

THE LORD OF THE RINGS || THE TWO TOWERS

A recent painting I did as a thank you for someone.  They requested Eowyn in armor, which I’ve always wanted to paint anyway. 

To me, the most tragic element of Théodred’s sad story is how close he came to survival. When he was struck down by Saruman’s forces at the Isen, he had only the companies of Elfhelm and Grimbold to help him. But much greater aid was already on its way — Gandalf and the 3 hunters would soon arrive in Edoras. The healing of Théoden would release Éomer and the rest of the forces of Rohan to fully join the fray. Merry and Pip would help stir the ents into action. All of that miraculous help (unsummoned and unlooked for, as Tolkien was fond of saying) would come to fruition in less than a week if Théodred could have only held on that much longer.

He was born into tragedy, and he lived four full decades facing challenges and problems not of his own making. And then, when the solution to everything was finally just around the corner, he was denied the chance to see it. A lifetime of struggle, and he missed victory by a matter of mere DAYS. Just epically unfair.

GRAPHIC/GIFSET TAG MEME: favourite tolkien song/poem? ↳ tagging @pendovah ♥

“I serve only the Lord of the Mark, Theoden King, son of Thengel. We do not serve the Power of the Black Land far away, but neither are we yet in open war with him; and if you are fleeing from him, then you had best leave this land. There is trouble now on all our borders, and we are threatened; but we desire only to be free, and to live as we have lived, keeping our own, and serving no foreign lord, good or evil.”

Eowyn, shieldmaiden of Rohan, and Faramir, son of the Steward

Aragorn opens the door 4k

“Thus Aragorn for the first time in the full light of day beheld Éowyn, Lady of Rohan, and thought her fair, fair and cold, like a morning of pale spring that is not yet come to womanhood."

Boromir + concern for the Hobbits

Now I'm laying down to perish

And God knows where I'll go.

Now I'm laying down to perish--

I just wanted you to know.

I wanted you to know.

TOLKIEN LADIES: Berúthiel

Berúthiel lived in the King's House in Osgiliath, hating the sounds and smells of the sea and the house that Tarannon built below Pelargir "upon arches whose feet stood deep in the wide waters of Ethir Anduin;" she hated all making, all colours and elaborate adornment, wearing only black and silver and living in bare chambers, and the gardens of the house in Osgiliath were filled with tormented sculptures beneath cypresses and yews. She had nine black cats and one white, her slaves, with whom she conversed, or read their memories, setting them to discover all the dark secrets of Gondor, so that she knew those things "that men wish most to keep hidden," setting the white cat to spy upon the black, and tormenting them. No man in Gondor dared touch them; all were afraid of them, and cursed when they saw them pass.

     Slender and tall she was in her white robe girt with silver;            but strong she seemed and stern as steel, a daughter of kings.

"What do you fear, lady?" he asked.

"A cage," she said. "To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King ('The Passing of the Grey Company')

Frodo’s fate is no longer in our hands.

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