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‘So you heard Mr. Frodo is going away?’ ‘I did, sir. And that’s why I choked: which you heard seemingly. I tried not to, sir, but it burst out of me: I was so upset.’ ‘It can’t be helped, Sam,’ said Frodo sadly. He had suddenly realized that flying from the Shire would mean more painful partings than merely saying farewell to the familiar comforts of Bag End.
for this week’s chapter of @silmread ;o;
♡ ELVEN MAIDENS AESTHETICS ♡ She called herself an angel, and wandered the world from girlhood till death. She lived every kind of life and dreamt every kind of dream. She was wild in her wandering, a drop of free water. She believed only in her life and in her dreams. She called herself an angel, and her god was Beauty.
tolkien-in-beleriand:
earlgraytay:
You know, Tolkien just said elves have leaf-shaped ears. He didn’t see what kind of leaf.
I need a Fëanor with one of these
or any elf actually
you rang
please let this post be a giant pile-on with like 20 different artists
alright then
I will take the Ring to Mordor! Though… I do not know the way. requested by @eveenstar
It is time.
frodo?
moodboard: nerdanel the wise
she was strong, and free of mind, and filled with the desire of knowledge.
But there are some of us still who go abroad for the gathering of news and the watching of our enemies, and they speak the languages of other lands. I am one. Haldir is my name.
You’re in the service of the Steward now; you’re going to have to do as you’re told, Peregrin Took.
I want to know, why did you come back? Look, I know you doubt me. I know- I know you always have. And you’re right, I often think of Bag-End. I miss my books. And my armchair, and my garden. See, that’s where I belong. That’s home. And that’s why I came back. Because… you don’t have one. A home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can.
long ago we fought and died together. we come to honor that allegiance .
The 22nd day of September, in the year 1400 (by Shire reckoning), Bag End, Bagshot Row, Hobbiton, West Farthing, The Shire, Middle-Earth, the Third Age of this world.
Samwise Gamgee // The Lord of the Rings : The Return of the King It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge of night. Until the stars are all alight. Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade.
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.
