OH MY GOD
Tag: *clutches heart*
make me choose meme: @lmwechirrut asked lord of the rings angst or star wars angst
Don’t leave me here alone! Don’t go where I can’t follow!
An American Silver, Ivory, Rosewood, and Leather Bellows. Tiffany & Co. 1893.
The Elves of this land were of a race strange to us of the Silvan folk, and the trees and the grass do not now remember them: Only I hear the stones lament them: deep they delved us, fair they wrought us, high they builded us; but they are gone. They are gone. They sought the Havens long ago.
Legolas in Hollin, The Fellowship of the Ring (via one-small-garden)
[…] dark garden, dark garden, with your olives and your wine, your medlars and mulberries and many almond trees, your steep terraces ledged high up above the sea, I am leaving you, slinking out.
D. H. Lawrence, Sea and Sardinia (via nocturnalwaltzes)
“Simbelmynë
. Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebears. Now it shall
cover the grave of my son. Alas, that these evil days should be mine.
The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see that last
days of my house.. No parent should have to bury their child.”
It was meant to be either. More specifically, what is the reaction of Fingon and how does HE do things differently? You have probably answered that, too.. but also, if Fingon lived to see the end of the War of Wrath, do you think he’d repent and go back to Valinor or stay?
There was precious little dignity in death and Fingon supposed that he was grateful that the body had not been much abused. Not crushed, like his grandfather’s, or broken as he was told his father’s had been.
One cut to the throat, beneath the steel gorget. The dagger was still in Maedhros’ hand. He had promised they would not take him again and it was small surprise he’d kept his word. Fingon smiled a little at that, because it was better than the alternative. He kissed the corpse on its cold lips and closed the sightless eyes.
His own eyes were not dry, but Ýreth was good enough not to mention it. “What now, my king?” she said quietly. She bore no banner; they had crept back to the battlefield as stealthily as Fingon had once stolen his way into Angband.
It was an easier loss to bear than his father, than his sister and little brother – Fingon was used to losing now. “Nargothrond. let us see if Orodreth remembers where his loyalties lie. Our strength is spent and now we must preserve what we may.”
No one smirked. Said, ‘I won’t tell Turgon that you said that,’ or, ‘There are still ways that we might win – I have another plan.’
‘All your plans are awful,’ Fingon did not say in answer.
They left the field in silence.
“Do you repent?” Eönwë’s voice was the clamour of bright trumpets and his eyes were eagle-bright.
“Of
Alqualondë, yes,” Fingon said and met that burnished gaze. He had never flinched from anything in his life and would not start with an overgrown messenger pigeon. “That was ill done, and I will seek what redress I might with Olwë. As for the rest, I would do it all again, had I the chance. In fact, that is exactly what I intend to do.”
‘Don’t tell him that, you reckless fool,’ hissed a remembered voice. Fingon ignored it, as he had so often ignored it when it told him that in truth. As he swore he would again.
Fingon drew off his helm – another thing no one could badger him about – and said, “I will return to Valinor. I will storm the Halls of Mandos. Your assistance would be appreciated but is hardly necessary. You’d think you Ainur would have learnt by now that you can’t keep him from me.”
Sauron trying to be creepy bahahaaaa ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
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