mithriil:

Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?

mithriil:

Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in? So fair, yet so cold like a morning of pale Spring still clinging to Winter’s chill.

mithriil:

lotr + scenery

mithriil:

Sauron has yet to reveal his deadliest servant. The one who would lead Mordor’s armies in war. The one they say no living man can kill: the Witch-King of Angmar.

mithriil:

Together we will take the road that leads into the West,
And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.

mithriil:

Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam.
You cannot always be torn in two.
You will have to be one and whole, for many years.
You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.

mithriil:

“Come, Mr. Frodo!’ he cried. ‘I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you.” [x]

mithriil:

The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air.