‘But Éomer I cannot spare, nor would he stay,’ said the king; ‘and he is the last of that House.’
‘I said not Éomer,’ answered Háma. ‘And he is not the last. There is Éowyn, daughter of Éomund, his sister. She is fearless and high-hearted. All love her. Let her be as lord to the Eorlingas, while we are gone.’
Month: September 2015
Like a wild flower; she spent her days, allowing herself to grow, not many knew of her struggle, but eventually all; knew of her light.
Nikki Rowe (via nsana)
Forgotten Men Series – THE LOSSOTH
On the icy Cape of Forochel to the north of the Westlands there lived a people called the Lossoth in the Third Age of Sun. They were a reclusive, peaceful folk, wary of all the warlike Men of Middle-earth. In the common tongue of Men they were called the Snowmen of Forochel, and they were said to be descended from the Forodwaith of the Northern Waste.
The Lossoth were poor people of little worldly knowledge, but they were wise in the ways of their cold lands. They built their homes from snow and, in sliding carts and skates of bone, they crossed the ice lands and hunted the thick-furred animals from which they fashioned their clothes. It is claimed that the Lossoth could foretell the weather by the smell of the wind.
– Guide to Tolkien’s World: A Bestiary.
The Shade of Atalantë
Her ghost came in with the tide
And the trails of her wedding shawl
Were weeds and a wet white winding sheet
Of a bride more fair than them all.The great grey wave scored the heavens
And pulled down a star in its curl;
The lords of the land ought tremble
When the sea gives up its pearl.The water wed many such wives;
Great queens who when sunken, bore wings;
Judgment lies in the bright silver knives
Of their eyes fixed accusing at kings.The highest of hands drowned the mighty
When Man sought out what was banned;
But the lords of the land ought tremble
When she walks on the quicksilver strand.
Aragorn: I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn.
Aragorn: This is Gimli, son of Gloin
Aragorn: And this is Legolas…
Legolas: he’s fucking forgotten my dad’s name
Aragorn: …of the woodland realm
Legolas: oh my god
“Long before, in the bliss of Valinor, before Melkor was unchained, or lies came between them, Fingon had been close in friendship with Maedhros.”
ok imagine an au where sauron is a grumpy house cat
tozettewrites this takes cat transformation AUs to a whole new level
Tevildo is that you?
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