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In those days I was always on time. I was entirely respectable. And nothing unexpected ever happened…
(Source: , via lostiesarestillaround)Lost Pics
make your move, reindeer games.
perhaps not courage, but longing
perhaps not a battle cry, but a sigh
In a great hall with pillars hewn out of the living stone sat the Elvenking on a chair of carven wood. On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers. In his hand he held a carven staff of oak.
(via theheirsofdurin)keep quiet & avoid conflicts
we are lost in the sound
When the laces of your soft shoes get messed up and you have to re-think your entire life
Would it grieve you then, to learn that he is dead?
three in the morning
this angle is very important
the lord of the rings + the rangers of the north [+ elrond’s twins]
"In those days no other Men had settled dwellings so far west, or within a hundred leagues of the Shire. But in the wild lands beyond Bree there were mysterious wanderers. The Bree-folk called them Rangers, and knew nothing of their origin. They were taller and darker than the Men of Bree and were believed to have strange powers of sight and hearing, to and understand the languages of beasts and birds. They roamed at will southwards, and eastwards even as far as the Misty Mountains; but they were now few and rarely seen. When they appeared they brought news from afar, and told strange forgotten tales which were eagerly listened to; but the Bree-folk did not make friends of them."
(via theheirsofdurin)War will make corpses of us all.