The Nazgûl were they, the Ringwraiths, the Enemy’s most terrible servants; darkness went with them, and they cried with the voices of death.

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Well, I won’t give up on us Even if the skies get rough I’m giving you all my love I’m still looking up

It’s woven in my soul

“I forsook the chase, and passed swiftly to Gondor. […]”     “[…] there lies in Minas Tirith still, unread, I guess […], a scroll that Isildur made himself […]” “[…] For this scroll concerns the Ring, and thus wrote Isildur therein:     The Great Ring shall go now to be an heirloom of the North Kingdom; but records of it shall be left in Gondor, where also dwell the heirs of Elendil, lest a time come when the memory of these great matters shall grow dim.     "And after these words Isildur described the Ring, such as he found it.     It was hot when I first took it, hot as a glede, and my hand was scorched, so that I doubt if ever again I shall be free of the pain of it. Yet even as I write it is cooled, and it seemeth to shrink, though it loseth neither its beauty nor its shape. Already the writing upon it, which at first was as clear as red flame, fadeth and is now only barely to be read. It is fashioned in an elven-script of Eregion, for they have no letters in Mordor for such subtle work; but the language is unknown to me. I deem it to be a tongue of the Black Land, since it is foul and uncouth. What evil it saith I do not know; but I trace here a copy of it, lest it fade beyond recall. The Ring misseth, maybe, the heat of Sauron’s hand, which was black and yet burned like fire, and so Gil-galad was destroyed; and maybe were the gold made hot again, the writing would be refreshed. But for my part I will risk no hurt to this thing: of all the works of Sauron the only fair. It is precious to me, though I buy it with great pain.     "When I read these words, my quest was ended. […]”

Tell the world I’m coming…

• Someone calling in sick to work in order to sleep for their hour long shift.
• Someone breakdancing to a boombox blasting Christmas music on the quad.
• Someone crying because they got a free sandwich.
• Someone walking into the lounge at 1 am with a huge stack of books, and the determination of someone who forgot a term paper.
• Someone putting off writing their thesis because someone else needed math help and “logarithms are fun!”
• Someone taking a lighter to a notebook as soon as they left the science building.
• More than one flask being carried to class.
• Someone literally giggle evilly when given a 6-pack of beer.
• A freshman taking gen eds complaining about everyone else complaining about how hard finals are. (Note: the freshman may or may not have ever been seen again.)
• Someone crossing campus at a run in slippers.
• A nursing major explaining that finals are actually natural selection, and that she is the strongest and most adaptable and she was going to survive, while talking to herself.
• A different nursing major looking very forlorn because she just ran out of wine.
• Someone sleeping on a bench in the music building, with actual pillows and blankets and everything.
• Sticky notes with swearwords written on them littered around the science building.
• A group of students trying to one-up each other about how badly their juries had just gone.
• Someone leaving for the library at 3 am, because there was free coffee there.
• Someone flipping off the professor after being wished good luck on the final.
• The same person realizing that they have an entire lifetime of that class ahead of them, because it’s their major.
• Someone being questioned about how they wanted their funeral to look, after talking about the 8000 words they had due.
• Just, so many people sprawled on floors because it’s easier to do that than anything else. So many.
• The most genuine gratitude I’ve had directed at me possibly ever, because I gave someone a peanut butter cookie.

Cherry blossom (by 96dpi)