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(via tlotrgifs)
“I do not love the bright sword for it’s sharpness, nor the arrow for it’s swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”
(via fattybolger)
The trees are now turning from green to gold
And the sun is now fading
I wish I could hold you closer
(via foreverlotr)
“Then, Éowyn of Rohan, I say to you that you are beautiful. In the valleys of our hills there are flowers fair and bright, and maidens fairer still; but neither flower nor lady have I seen till now in Gondor so lovely, and so sorrowful. It may be that only a few days are left ere darkness falls upon our world, and when it comes I hope to face it steadily; but it would ease my heart, if while the Sun yet shines, I could see you still. For you and I have both passed under the wings of the Shadow, and the same hand drew us back.”
(Source: the-golden-hall, via l-o-t-r)
(Source: lskywalkers, via effyeahlotr)
“Where does my allegiance lie if not here?”
(Source: thefellowshipreunited, via l-o-t-r)
(Source: ladychauffeurs, via tookishhobbitgirl-deactivated20)
‘And this I remember Boromir as a boy, when we together learned the tale of our sires and the history of our city, that always it displeased him that his father was not king. “How many hundreds of years needs it to make a steward a king, if the king returns not?” he asked. “Few years, maybe, in other places of less royalty,” my father answered. “In Gondor ten thousand years would not suffice.”- Faramir, Return of the King
(Source: stannisbaratheon, via ladyofgondor)
(Source: the-golden-hall, via fellowshipoftheringers)
My poor heart <’33
(Source: the-golden-hall, via tolkien-lore)
