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Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?
And so, at long last, my blog turns one year old, and I give you my one-year-progress-post.
Wow.
They never listen … (+ bonus)
For torhin ♡
From my grandfather to my father, this has come to me. They dreamt of the day when the Dwarves of Erebor would reclaim their homeland. There is no choice, Balin. Not for me.
Richard Armitage photographed during EPIX’s Television Critics Association Tour
A sister they had, Galadriel, most beautiful of all the house of Finwë; her hair was lit with gold as though it had caught in a mesh the radiance of Laurelin.
Bilbo Baggins and his many facial expressions.
Richard Armitage for EPIX TCA at The Beverly Hilton Hotel, July 30, 2016
Me when the doorbell rings
“A woman can be sweet and gentle, strong and wilful. And all at once.”
The thing about Tolkien, about The Lord of the Rings, is that it’s perfect. It’s this whole world, this whole process of immersion, this journey. It’s not, I’m pretty sure, actually true, but that makes it more amazing, that someone could make it all up. Reading it changes everything.
Hobbit/LotR Ask Meme: Theflightytemptress, Cuddlyaxe and Anonymous asked 10. Favourite weapon?
“Forged long ago in the lost Elf kingdom of Gondolin, Orcrist, the ‘goblin cleaver’, was a legendary blade, well known to the wise of Middle-earth and infamous among their enemies.“
"Having disappeared for centuries, the sword would reappear in, of all places, a Troll hoard, where, among the detritus and ruin, it catches the eye of Thorin Oakenshield. To the Dwarf, well versed in the crafting of fine weapons, it is a sword of peerless craft, but it is Elrond, lord and lore-master of Rivendell, who is able to name the blade and tell Thorin of its prestigious lineage."
"No finer sword could a king of any race wish for."
Look, I know you doubt me, I know you always have. And you’re right. I often think of Bag End. I miss my books. And my armchair. And my garden. See, that’s where I belong. That’s home. That’s why I came back, ‘cause you don’t have one. A home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can.
Look, I know you doubt me, I know you always have. And you’re right. I often think of Bag End. I miss my books. And my armchair. And my garden. See, that’s where I belong. That’s home. That’s why I came back, ‘cause you don’t have one. A home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can.