Awks

TOGETHER WE ARE AMERICA

I can't do this, Sam. I know. It's all wrong. By rights, we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, It's only a passing thing this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you that meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going because they were holding on to something.

The Oddities of Fate and Circumstance In Sleep What Dreams Might Come  (fics by Carmenta)

In the past two days Bard has smuggled the King under the Mountain into Lake-town, has found himself in the midst of a dragon attack, has then slain said attacking dragon, almost drowned, almost been proclaimed king and has just woken to an Elven army in their makeshift refugee camp.

Now he’d really like to get that simple life back, without stubborn Dwarves, attacking Orcs and the sudden need for diplomacy. He’d also really, really like for everybody to stop calling him Lord of Dale.

However, he wouldn’t mind keeping the fabulous Elvenking around who’s being so generous with his wine, opinions and turnips.

It's coming, Donna. It's coming from across the stars and nothing can stop it. What is? The Darkness. Well, what do you keep telling me for?

Do you know like we were saying? About the Earth revolving? It’s like when you were a kid. The first time they tell you the world’s turning and you just can’t quite believe it because everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me. Clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go… That’s who I am.