"Put it away! I am sorry: sorry you have come in for this burden; sorry about everything. Don’t adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on the story. Well, it can’t be helped. I wonder if it’s any good trying to finish my book? But don’t let’s worry about it now – let’s have some real News! Tell me all about the Shire!"

THE LORD OF THE RINGS set design appreciation: ― Arwen's chamber

Frodo Baggins

King Theoden's cloak, brooch & glooves in 4k

One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

gay people can never say 'I love you' it's always gotta be some shit like "Don't go where I can't follow"

"kill them with kindness"

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One thing I love about the Silmarillion is that because it’s so massive, its fans have to specialize.

Like I love everything but my Silm major is in Finrod studies, with a minor in obscure background characters.

Reblog this post with your Silmarillion “speciality,”

NEW VERSION. :)

“As they sang the hobbit felt the love of beautiful things made by hands and by cunning and by magic moving through him, a fierce and jealous love, the desire of the hearts of dwarves. Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick.” - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, "Chapter 1: An Unexpected Party"

[ID: an edit comprised of six posters in muted colors, mainly greens and browns. White text in the center of each image reads "The Hobbit" and underneath "J.R.R. Tolkien."

1: Wooden barrels in a stack / 2: Someone wearing several layered jackets in various tweed fabrics and a red corduroy vest with leather buttons / 3: Mountains with a path in between them / 4: Several shelves holding old-fashioned books, a stack of plates, a scroll, teacups, and various other objects / 5: Mushrooms growing on a tree trunk / 6: A golden eagle it with its wings slightly unfolded sitting on a branch /End ID]

15TH MARCH: THE BATTLE OF THE PELENNOR FIELDS

Gandalf did not move. And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn.

And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluin’s sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last.

To me, the most tragic element of Théodred’s sad story is how close he came to survival. When he was struck down by Saruman’s forces at the Isen, he had only the companies of Elfhelm and Grimbold to help him. But much greater aid was already on its way — Gandalf and the 3 hunters would soon arrive in Edoras. The healing of Théoden would release Éomer and the rest of the forces of Rohan to fully join the fray. Merry and Pip would help stir the ents into action. All of that miraculous help (unsummoned and unlooked for, as Tolkien was fond of saying) would come to fruition in less than a week if Théodred could have only held on that much longer.

He was born into tragedy, and he lived four full decades facing challenges and problems not of his own making. And then, when the solution to everything was finally just around the corner, he was denied the chance to see it. A lifetime of struggle, and he missed victory by a matter of mere DAYS. Just epically unfair.

— Places of the Elves (ft. The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, The Rings of Power)

EVERY ÉOMER SCENE ❥➼ 25/40

‘That is the purpose for which you are called hither. Called, I say, though I have not called you to me, strangers from distant lands. You have come and are here met, in this very nick of time, by chance as it may seem. Yet it is not so. Believe rather that it is so ordered that we, who sit here, and none others, must now find counsel for the peril of the world.’

‘Now, therefore, things shall be openly spoken that have been hidden from all but a few until this day. And first, so that all may understand what is the peril, the Tale of the Ring shall be told from the beginning even to this present. And I will begin that tale, though others shall end it.’