red, the blood of angry men
Oh damn…… This is too amazing
Billy: I really just love Minas Tirith
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Billy: Minas Tirith is my favourite
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Billy: I just love this shot of Minas Tirith
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Billy: Minas Tirith-
Dom: You're like a broken record
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Billy: I love Minas Tirith
Dom: Shut it
Bilbo’s face in Fellowship of the Ring when he tries to take the ring from Frodo, when he turns all gray and Gollum-like, is the only thing in the entire trilogy that’s ever scared me.
Very true
the fellowship of the ring → blue + gold
The ring was heavy; it weighed down my hand as if I were holding a potato, or another kind of large vegetable. It shone brightly and blinded my eyes, yet I couldn’t look away. There was a voice in my head, telling me to leave the ring be, to let it go. Then another, more snake-like voice whispered seductively, over-powering the first voice. I could feel a tangy mist creeping through my body, it slowly drained life from the veins in which it traveled. The more my eyes were blinded by the ring, the further the cloud moved. I could take no more, my heart was sore and my brain wished to be free once more. I pryed my eyes away from it and felt the mist loosen its grip on my body.
Favourite LotR Characters:
→ Éowyn, Lady of Ithilien
Legend whispers a tale that tells of a dark, cold and rotting king. The witch king, they call him. One who scowls and curses where mercy should be shown. The demon sees through pleading eyes like glass. His heart is old and hard as stone. With each encounter with the living, it is corroded away a little more by the tears the Witch King pry’s out of the terrified eyes of those who dare look in his. Legend teaches that this horrible creature can not be sent to his grave by man…… Well, Eowyn is no man…..
