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Let’s be HEROES, let’s be martyrs, let’s be radical thinkers Who never have to test drive the least of their dreams Let’s divide up the world into the damned and the SAVED And then ride to the valley like the old light brigade And straighten our backs and we won’t be afraid And they’ll celebrate our deaths with a national PARADE

possessed by light, part one: dwalin macfundin aesthetics

#POSSESSED BY LIGHT.#EDIT.#i just came back from scotland so #obviously #reminder to read the heistverse yall #🥲💜

Time to gently come in here and bestow some gifts to you + Dwalin (from Fíli, obvs): “I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things.”

"My boy, if every time I thought the end was nigh had come to pass, I would've died a hundred times in my lifetime."

Dwalin clapped a hand to Fíli's shoulder as he lowered himself, armour clanging, to sit by Fíli's side, feet dangling over the smooth edge of the bridge. With his palm flat against the surface of the cool, smooth stone, he could almost feel what it had been like: the steady string of reverberations in the gold-veined quartz and jade that was the backbone of Erebor's roads and walkways; the vibrations of feet and boot and stick and wheel and hooves. The thrum of a city alive, made so by the breath and sweat and blood of their people.

It was a shell. It was dust and ash, a shroud to a treasure that sickened him.

There was no point in regurgitating for Fíli what had transpired in the throne room between Thorin and him; what words had been spoken, what unfounded accusations spat across a distance that had not had any right to grow between them. No; no point at all in letting Fíli see behind the heavy veil of Dwalin's thoughts. Things that were a burden on him need not be so on another.

"Dain will come," he said, voice gruff with a tenacity that perhaps he needed to hold onto, when hope was as capricious as a weathervane in spring winds. "Never you doubt our cousins from the Iron Hills."

#ARC 2: MOUNTAIN SMOKE BENEATH THE MOON.#swordoaths #swordoaths / fili.#you know my stance on botfa LMAO so obvs i had to reference the one (1) scene that ACTUALLY matters to me

ombrosalgia

“The dead, pressed against me, / are silent in all tongues.”

— Ingeborg Bachmann, “Songs of Flight” (via sun-death)

#STRONG TO ENDURE.#q

woodeville-inactive-deactivated

the company of thorin oakenshield.

#EDIT.#WE MUST AWAY ERE BREAK OF DAY (& COMPANY).#q

kammai

Dwalin, son of Fundin.

#EDIT.#BOLDHEARTED.#q

archivistorage

EX ALTIORA

#STRONG TO ENDURE.

kammai

Balin, son of Fundin.

#EDIT.#STRENGTH IN THE ROOTS (& BALIN).#q

low-country

thunderstruck9

Cindy Wright (Belgian, b. 1972), Diamond and Pearls, 2014. Oil on linen, 120 x 150 cm. source

via low-country

#IN HALLS OF STONE.#death //#bones //#q

kammai

I also believe Thorin’s anxiety concerning Gandalf being enamored with the Elves is rooted in a kind of disdain for elitism. The Elves are defined by their superiority - the Firstborn. The Dwarves, conversely, have been defined by their enforced hidden existence - the forbidden race, the secret language, their delayed awakening.

- Richard Armitage

#EDIT.#IN HALLS OF STONE.#q