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by 宇宙深坑
Give that child a sock!
Slamdunk is the way
[attractively argues in elvish]
I remember reading somewhere that speaking Quenya was quite similar to how Spanishes or Italians speak. Thus, I really like the way Mortensen moves as he speak. He's probably speaking Sindarin though...
Luthien and Huan Journey to Angband by Neerachar Sophol
Somewhere Under the Same Sky by Elena Kukanova
The crying goes ever on
Luthien by Marya Filatova
“The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinúviel was dancing there To music of a pipe unseen, And light of stars was in her hair, And in her raiment glimmering.”
Elena Kukanova, why do you want me to cry?
Ser Jaime Lannister. Squired for Barristan Selmy against the Kingswood Outlaws. Knighted and named to the Kingsguard in his sixteenth year for valour in the field.
My cousins respond to everything with “murder”, “arson”, or “stage a coup”, so in hindsight I really should have seen this coming.
- Orodreth, to his council, the Silmarillion, Of Beren and Lúthien
Bad Feanorians
“Eärendil the Mariner sat at the helm, glistening with dust of elven-gems, and the Silmaril was bound upon his brow. Far he journeyed in that ship, even into the starless voids; but most often was he seen at morning or at evening, glimmering in sunrise or sunset, as he came back to Valinor from voyages beyond the confines of the world.”
Eärendil the Mariner for anon ❤
From anon: ‘Little Finno awestruck by his wonderful half-cousin, following him around everywhere’
It's so sad that their parents were in such bad terms with each others
#romics
Caranthir: Behold! The field in which I grow my fucks. Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren.
Lovely
Turgon: Can I still have a panic attack?
Fingon: Yes but do it quietly
Is this Lorien?
Zion National Park
Ho bisogno di natura selvaggia
No one cares, a nessuno importa