Aiya Eldalië ar Atanatári, utúlie'n aurë! The day has come!

#eye twitch

‘Waters of the Misty Mountains listen to the great word; flow waters of Loudwater against the Ringwraiths!

Nine for Mortal Men, doomed to die.

The light grew broader as they went on, and soon they saw that there was a rock-wall before them: the side of a hill … the sun was falling full on its stony face. The twigs of the trees at its foot were stretched out stiff and still, as if reaching out to the warmth. Where all had looked so shabby and grey before, the wood now gleamed with rich browns, and with the smooth black-greys of bark like polished leather. The boles of the trees glowed with a soft green like young grass: early spring or a fleeting vision of it was about them.

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Boromir! I cried. Where is thy horn? Whither goest thou? O Boromir! But he was gone. The boat turned into the stream and passed glimmering on into the night. Dreamlike it was, and yet no dream, for there was no waking.

Beasts of Angband.

roads go ever on and on over rock and under tree by caves where never sun has shone by streams that never find the sea

“He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.”

How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on… when in your heart you begin to understand… there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend… some hurts that go too deep… that have taken hold. Bilbo once told me his part in this tale would end… that each of us must come and go in the telling. Bilbo’s story was now over. There would be no more journeys for him… save one.

Scenery of Rohan

Lord of the Rings + Mountains

Et Earello Endorenna utulien. Sinome maruvan, ar Hildinyar, tenn’ Ambar-metta.

These are dark days… Dark days indeed

i’m glad to be here with you, Samwise Gamgee, here at the end of all tings

– Bilbo Baggins. The Return Journey.

Do not talk to me of dragon fire!