Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.
how did it come to this?
lotr meme: four colors [1/4] → red
“ Éowyn, how come you here?
What madness or devilry is this?
Death, death, death! Death take us all! ”
↳ Helm’s Deep
Down leaped Shadowfax, like a deer that runs surefooted in the mountains. The White Rider was upon them, and the terror of his coming filled the enemy with madness. The wild men fell on their faces before him. The Orcs reeled and screamed and cast aside both sword and spear. Like a black smoke driven by a mounting wind they fled. Wailing they passed under the waiting shadow of the trees; and from that shadow none ever came again.
That’s the spirit
The fortunes of the world will rise and fall, but here in this kingdom, we will endure.
An elf walks into a bar,
A hobbit laughs and walks under it.
♕ Tolkien Read-Along // Book 5, Chapter 4: The Siege of Gondor
This is not your kingdom! These are dwarf lands. This is dwarf gold! And we will have our revenge!
All that was once green and good in this world will be gone
get to know me; [1/5] favorite movies: Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002)
I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. 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.
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You’ve come to journey’s end