the once and future fangirl

Do you still only fancy women?

msr + hands

ALIEN (1979) dir. Ridley Scott

- Faramir: meh. does he have any proof?

- Denethor: who the fuck cares about the heirs of Isildur

‘Aragorn is descended in direct lineage, father to father, from Isildur Elendil’s son himself. And the sword that he bears was Elendil’s sword.’

A murmur of astonishment ran through all the ring of men. Some cried aloud: ‘The sword of Elendil! The sword of Elendil comes to Minas Tirith! Great tidings!’ But Faramir’s face was unmoved.

‘Maybe,’ he said.

Denethor:

‘I am Steward of the House of Anárion. I will not step down to be the dotard chamberlain of an upstart. Even were his claim proved to me, still he comes but of the line of Isildur. I will not bow to such a one, last of a ragged house long bereft of lordship and dignity.’

Boromir:

"Why me? I look around that bridge, and I see the men waiting for me to make the next move. Bones... what if I'm wrong?"

There's nothing further here for a warrior. We drive bargains. Old men's work. Young men make wars, and the virtues of war are the virtues of young men. Courage and hope for the future. Then old men make the peace. And the vices of peace are the vices of old men. Mistrust and caution. It must be so.