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i know i’m really backed up on messages!! but like this for a short starter with a line from one of the Tolkien Books i have.

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jaclcfrost:

cockiness is so attractive to me in a way and it’s so irritating. like it’s annoying. and it annoys me. but the kind of expression and body language that comes with it. the self-satisfied attitude. the smug comments. the eye rolling. the smirking. “come and get me” hand gestures during a fight. eyebrow raising with an air of superiority. it’s just like. fuck you. i’m annoyed right now. i am so annoyed right now. but oh my fuck i am also so very, very attracted right now

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ocaptaiin.

As the saying goes, he’s certainly not in Kansas anymore.  The trees, the landscape – it’s beautiful & eery & NOTHING like anything he’s seen before.  Bright blue gaze takes it all in with a sense of wonder akin to that of a CHILD, but he whirls at the slightest crunch of leaves behind him & immediately feels as if he should bow his head or avert his gaze.  Instead, hands rise, palms facing outwards. “I come in peace.”

SCRUTINY is what greets the child of men; wrought within a gaze made of silvery-starlight that bore upon him like rain. this is what is left of greenwood the great: now a hollow shell in the northern woods, the people hidden from the encroaching spiders that skitter in from the south. 

a true inquiry. how did he come to be here? without alerting his guards or the rangers that line the stone-build walls of the woodland realm? the doors to his kingdom are shut steadfast so that none may enter            and none may leave. he would play along for now, standing still upon the grass-less hill that lead down into their dining chamber. for the elves treated even their worst enemies with respect. for as long as they stayed alive, that is. 

❝   i must inquire to your intent then, as an interloper with good intent is still an intruder.  ❞

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You have to pretend you get an endgame. You have to carry on like you will; otherwise, you can’t carry on at all.

-Rainbow Rowell, Carry on (via bookquotesbook)

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Elves of the different realms

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celevonthel:

                     ⌇♖⌇—❝JOY swells within me; you are still well & present within this realm, ADAR.❞ @brethiil

his son; he who sat beneath the heaven with a  CROWN OF STARS  ‘pon his head. who knew the joys of greenwood the great and the sultry verses of elvish singing in july.     ❝  legolas.  ❞    the king brushed aside the sweeping fabrics of his vestments. the incline of his head was all that he offered, though he was ELATED to see the prince so safely returned. beckoning, he turned down one of their many corridors within the realm eternal, hands folding neatly (and tightly) below his chest. their home had begun to be well again; no longer filled with the rude gossip of discourteous crows or the dreary nests of venomous spiders.     ❝         agorel vae,  ion nin. tolo ar nin.  ❞

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wasmyth:

     ❝ Now wait a second— in my defense, those spiders attacked me first. ❞ Looking back, he figures his x - wing must have done the trick. Luke knows starships are loud, especially during the landing process. It’s no wonder they were angry. ❝ Actually, uh … sorry, ❞ he says, feeling guilty over his outburst, ❝ — thanks for helping me ‘outta there. ❞

a curious mortal man; or perhaps a boy? foolish and naive enough to believe he could take on a den of ungoliant’s hellish SPAWN, but with the humility to right his wrong and apologize before the eyes of the king.      ❝  for one so young, you have traveled a great distance, from what i understand. you must have had some reason to seek out the forests of woodland elves.           or perhaps... it was purely accidental?  ❞

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❝           and to what do the halls of the Woodland Realm owe      an audience with her majesty, Queen Frigga? ❞ 

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@lastcrowned <3′d for a starter.

❝  so, you are the one they call KING...  ❞      a bold statement rather than inquiry, stale upon the elvenking’s tongue. he who had burrowed his people deep into the ground during the monstrous tyranny of she who would be queen.     ❝          King Caspian the Tenth, ruler of this realm; seated at Cair Paravel, isn’t that correct?  ❞

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@pureironking <3′d for a starter.

untouchable. perhaps this is the avatar of what filth is described as purely GODLESS on this earth. where no food could fill his belly and no wine could sate his thirst. STANNIS BARATHEON was such a man; as repugnant as he was aged. a crown would surely suit him ill.

and still, it is in a hall that belonged to a proud and noble family that the elvenking stands, dressed in silver armors and a scowl to fit his face. his eyes are thin and his expression is unwavering, bordering on the AGGRESSIVE. the journey had been long and arduous, leading them across the sea and onto the shores of Westeros. it had left him contemptuous and inconsiderate; SCORN offered by the plenty. but such was the temper of the distrusting KING, who stood directly in front of his elven guard. dressed in golden plates they remained, able to obey a single command at the lifting of a finger.  thranduil would not trust the words of men in an age where honour was hard to come by.

❝  long have i held in my regard an alliance with your people, Lord Baratheon. Ill-favoured it still remains. Your words do little to change a mind that has already been made.  ❞

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thrandurins:

Tauriel Appreciation Week

Day 2: Favorite quotes

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@idagnir​ <3′d for a starter.

❝  the people of laketown hail you as their king.  ❞     lithe fingers extend with silver betwixt their bones. a simple chalice filled with a bitter wine. not unlike what had been housed inside the breadth of empty barrels the bowman had oft’ collected. it is OFFERED to Bard with little eye-contact, for the king allows his gaze to wander with the grief that occupies his mind. too many elves had fallen this day; an unnatural and FRIGHTENING occurrence for all who would look upon their carcass. but the battle had been won, erstwhile so many lives had been lost. but the steadfast elves of the woodland halls would PERSEVERE, the dwarves would mourn and bury their lucid king, and the brave men of esgaroth would rebuild.      

❝  the question still remains... ❞     he paused, taking a generous sip from his own grail,     ❝   ...will you rise up to wear their crown?  ❞

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❝  to travel amongst the stars... is not yet a power that my people possess.  ❞     the gentle opening of wizened, silver eyes is what first greets SKYWALKER. Ineffable was the curiosity that the Elvenking experienced, though his countenance remained stoic as ever.       ❝  you are lucky that my rangers found you when they did. to disturb the spiders’ nest was indeed a foolish act.  ❞  // @wasmyth

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in a great cave some miles within the edge of mirkwood on its eastern side, there lived at this time their GREATEST KING. Before his huge doors of stone a river ran out of the heights of the forest and flowed on and out into the marshes at the feet of the high wooded lands. This great cave, from which countless smaller ones opened out on every side, wound far underground and had many passages and wide halls; but it was lighter and more wholesome than any goblin-dwelling, and neither so deep nor so dangerous. In fact: the subjects of the king mostly lived and hunted in the open woods, and had houses or huts on the ground and in the branches. In a great hall with pillars hewn out of the living stone sat THE ELVENKING on a chair of carven wood.

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ok but is there a masterlist of ASOIAF and/or Tolkien blogs? I really need to find more. I’m in dire need of Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Jon Snow, Cersei Lannister, Jamie, Ned Stark??? Please, Legolas, Elrond, Galadriel, Arwen, etc. etc. etc....  where are all the dwarves. do they have blogs?? don’t make me cry. send me rec lists if you can @followers!