thorinds:

“I don’t know what that means.”
“I think you do.”

thorinds:

“It is Mereth Nuin Giliath, the Feast of Starlight. All light is sacred to the Eldar, but Wood Elves love best the light of the stars.”
“I always thought it is a cold light, remote and far away.”
“It is memory, precious and pure. Like your promise.”

jules-blackthorn:

Why does it hurts so much?

              Because it was r e a l.

snufcin:

rlly stupid au that i thought of during work

tauriel is the doctor ofc and kili is the assistant that runs around following her looking confused and worried

belegturin:

The Battle of the Five Armies (2014)

andersjohnson:

dwarfweek  ⇾  day 5: a khuzdûl word

“Amrâlimê”

facinaoris:

you cannot be her. she… she is far, far away from me.

she walks in starlight in another world.

kostromas:

i like you calm, as if you were absent. (p.n.)

hvit-ravn:

‘I will be here for you.’

‘I know.’

ameliawilliams:

Come with me. I know how I feel. I’m not afraid. You make me feel alive.