fyeahtheraceofmen:

He is not as other men of this time and whatever be his descent from father to son, by some chance the blood of Westernesse runs nearly true in him; as it does in his other son, Faramir, and yet did not in Boromir whom he loved best.

glorfindhel:

For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

arwenundomie1-deactivated201509:

‘End? No. The journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path… One that we all must take.’

lotrlorien:

The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them

fetch-me-a-block:

_{Lord of the Rings Alphabet
» L is for L E A D E R S}

wrathandruin-blog:

_{→ sorrow  |  /’sɒrəʊ/  |  noun
a feeling of deep distress caused by loss, disappointment, or other misfortune suffered by oneself or others.}

wrathandruin-blog:

_{Do we leave Middle-Earth to its fate?
Do we let them stand alone?}

fyeahtheraceofmen:

All things will grow with joy there, if the White Lady comes.
inspired by (x)

orlandobloom:

l·o·v·e [luhv]  - noun

a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection,
as for a parent, child, or friend.

faramircaptainofgondor:

TEAM EDAIN!
It’s raining Men…