Month: May 2016

Legolas had expected Dol Guldur to be torturing and despairing and a voice of hopelessness – and of course it was all of those things – but what he had not expected it to be, was boring. Somehow, this waiting was even worse than all the torture he could have been submitted to. When at last he felt the presence of the Dark Lord, he could not keep silent. “Why did you change your name… Mairon?”

There was not an audible sign of indignity, but there was a change in the air– a kind of stumble, as if a giant predator had been interrupted from stalking its prey by a loud and irreverent sparrow.

“Elfling, you come into my place of power to ask this foolery? Are you aware that I could pluck the soul from your body, sicken your heart, enthrall you with anguish and torture?” The Shadow grew huge and darkening, daring the intruder to continue. For all the menace, there was a note of an angry schoolmaster in the voice. “Are you not the son of the Greenwood king? Have you no more sense than an addled rabbit?” 
 

Sauron, as Melkor’s lieutenant, you clearly have sway over him. How do you get him to do things you want? And how much influence do you have over him, exactly?

Oh, how dearly I wish thy words were true. 

I have no control of what he does of his own will. In matters of war and governance, I may convince him of a course of action using logic and reminders of our goal. At times I have used my own plight as a bargaining piece, but if he agrees not, then I obey. 

How wouldst thou serve thy master and beloved? 

Do either of you have any regrets? And what is one thing you would say to each other first if you were together again after so long (whether that’s Melkor escaping the Void or Sauron joining him).

I regret we did not run from war, as far and as fast as we could; that we did not spend our immortality together in exile, carving a space for ourselves and my master’s children somewhere where we could be alone and free. 

And should we meet again I would say to him: ‘Destroy me. All that is left of me is yours to take. Let me give you the strength to finish what was begun.’

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How can I regret what I am, what I was made to be? In madness, solitude, and darkness I have seen the truth; that I have always been my Father’s tool, in His service all along. There was never an escape from this. Fate is crueler than I ever was.

When we meet again I will say nothing to my beloved, for I will be beyond speech and recognition. But if he loves me still, when I am what I will become, then it will not matter. I will accept his sacrifice, and we will be together at the end of all things. 

mobydickillustrated:

THE FORGE.

At last the shank, in one complete rod, received its final heat; and as Perth, to temper it, plunged it all hissing into the cask of water near by, the scalding steam shot up into Ahab’s bent face.

“Would’st thou brand me, Perth?” wincing for a moment with the pain; “have I been but forging my own branding-iron, then?”

“Pray God, not that; yet I fear something, Captain Ahab. Is not this harpoon for the White Whale?”

“For the white fiend! But now for the barbs; thou must make them thyself, man. Here are my razors—the best of steel; here, and make the barbs sharp as the needle-sleet of the Icy Sea.”

For a moment, the old blacksmith eyed the razors as though he would fain not use them.

“Take them, man, I have no need for them; for I now neither shave, sup, nor pray till—but here—to work!”

Fashioned at last into an arrowy shape, and welded by Perth to the shank, the steel soon pointed the end of the iron; and as the blacksmith was about giving the barbs their final heat, prior to tempering them, he cried to Ahab to place the water-cask near.

“No, no—no water for that; I want it of the true death-temper. Ahoy, there! Tashtego, Queequeg, Daggoo! What say ye, pagans! Will ye give me as much blood as will cover this barb?” holding it high up. A cluster of dark nods replied, Yes. Three punctures were made in the heathen flesh, and the White Whale’s barbs were then tempered.

“Ego non baptizo te in nomine patris, sed in nomine diaboli!” deliriously howled Ahab, as the malignant iron scorchingly devoured the baptismal blood.

Source: mobydickillustrated

hollyevolving:

malformalady:

Frederik
the Friesian stallion

has a muscular build, striking black features and flowing mane.
The beautiful stallion is owned by Pinnacle Friesians where he stands at stud in the Ozark Mountains in the US.

You should watch him move (there’s video interspersed in the stills)   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oB9kK9wDbUU

OH my GOD YOU ARE NOT HELPING ME RIGHT NOW 
 ;A; HE’S SO BEAUTIFUL

Source: Daily Mail

look at that horse, it’s begging me for a ride, too bad that IT’S YOU THAURON why do you have to ruin everything

Cross my heart and hope to die, I will not plunge off a cliff and drown you in a loch :))) 

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