Stars are blazing like rebel diamonds

A si i-Dhuath ú-orthor... Ú or le a ú or nin. This is my other blog

[hobbit]

"The wealth of Moria was not in gold, or jewels… but mithril."

[pointyearedelvishprinceling]

your world will B U R N

[thranduils]

Frodo looking like a precious babe, requested by uinens

[l-o-t-r]

"Have you so little faith in your own people? Yes, there is weakness, there is frailty. But there is courage also, and honour to be found in Men."

[gotter-dammerung]

The Coming Darkness by noahbradley

[strikereurika]

There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world… —William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet Act V, Scene I

[silvanfolk]

Lord of the Rings Reread: A Journey In The Dark

The Moon now shone upon the grey face of the rock; but they could see nothing else for a while. Then slowly on the surface, where the wizard’s hands had passed, faint lines appeared, like slender veins of silver running in the stone. At first they were no more than pale gossamer-threads, so fine that they only twinkled fitfully where the Moon caught them, but steadily they grew broader and clearer, until their design could be guessed.

At the top, as high as Gandalf could reach, was an arch of interlacing letters in an Elvish character. Below, though the threads were in places blurred or broken, the outline could be seen of an anvil and a hammer surmounted by a crown with seven stars. Beneath these again were two trees, each bearing crescent moons. More clearly than all else there shone forth in the middle of the door a single star with many rays.

[glorfindhel-deactivated20210912]

Oh brother, my brother Where have you gone? I look towards the sunset But I can find no rest Oh, where is the eldest son? (x)

[effyeahlotr]

[anglachels]

a light was in his eyes: a king returning from exile to his own land

[pemberlley]

i do not believe this darkness will endure.

[anaisfire-deactivated20150117]

[nerdisma-deactivated20171202]

Happy 75th Birthday!

[androidogyny]

Slowly his hand went to his bosom, and slowly he held aloft the Phial of Galadriel. For a moment it glimmered, faist as a rising star struggling in heavy earthward mists, and is as its power waxed, and hope grew in Frodo’s mind, it began to burn, and kindled to a silver flame, a minute heart of dazzling light, as though Earendil had himself come down from the high sunset paths with the last Simaril upon his brow.

[captain-flint]

requested by twisted-little-princess

[anotic]

Somewhere — Drøm

[tlotrgifs]