loriendesse:

I have plenty.

loriendesse:

in dreams we will meet again

loriendesse:

and even dragons have their endings

loriendesse:

The Road goes ever on and on

loriendesse:

Mithril. It’s a gift. A token of our friendship.

loriendesse:

Farewell, Master Burglar.

loriendesse:

Durin’s Folk do not flee from a fight.

loriendesse:

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

loriendesse:

Thranduil and Dain sassing each other

loriendesse:

Then something Tookish woke up inside him…