Currently Watching: Atlantis, Sherlock Season 1
Currently Reading: A Clash of Kings
“So Thorin Oakenshield became the Heir of Durin, but an heir without hope. When Thrain was lost he was ninety-five, a great dwarf of proud bearing; but he seemed content to remain in Eriador. […] Now they had fair halls in the mountains, and store of goods, and their days did not seem so hard, though in their songs they spoke ever of the Lonely Mountain far away.
The years lengthened. The embers in the heart of Thorin grew hot again, as he brooded on the wrongs of his House and the vengeance upon the Dragon that he had inherited. He thought of weapons and armies and alliances, as his great hammer rang in his forge; but the armies were dispersed and the alliances broken and the axes of his people were few; and a great anger without hope burned him as he smote the red iron on the anvil.”
We were never welcome here at all
I wish the night would end, I wish the day'd begin.
I remember now.
I’m an angel.
♔ Elendil’s Oath ♔Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien.
Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn’ Ambar-Metta.
We’re going to have a new code.
Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux mêmes
Lord of the Rings → Return of the King in Pastels