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The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith.
Um anel para a todos governar, Um anel para encontrá-los Um anel para a todos trazer e na escuridão aprisioná-los.
Lothorien
Umm excuse me? what is this!? This is not Lorien.
This looks like Noldor but I could be wrong. But this is not i repeat not Lothlorien.
*nods*
inimeitiel-cuthalion started following you
Greetings! I am Sedryn of the Golden Wood. And you are?
Lorien has still been to quiet.
I do not like this one bit.
I agree with you. No feast has been planned, if I remember it right.
Imladris
Walk.
Lothlorien
Favorite illustrators and illustrations (C) Greg and Tim Hildebrandt
Frodo looked up and caught his breath. They were standing in an open space. To the left stood a great mound, covered with a sward of grass as green as Spring-time in the Elder Days. Upon it, as a double crown, grew two circles of trees: the outer had bark of snowy white, and were leafless but beautiful in their shapely nakedness; the inner were mallorn-trees of great height, still arrayed in pale gold. The others cast themselves down upon the fragrant grass, but Frodo stood awhile still lost in wonder. It seemed to him that he had stepped through a high window that looked on a vanished world. A light was upon it for which his language had no name. No blemish or sickness or deformity could be seen in anything that grew upon the earth. On the land of Lórien there was no stain.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
I do not have any idea what I should do today.
Eowyn Nazgul challenge by ~chevsy
The scene that sealed my love for Eomer. And Karl Urban.