|| And there are many paths to tread || Through shadow || To the edge of night || Until the stars are all alight || Cloud and shade || All shall fade || All shall fade || { }
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”We’re going that way. Straight as we can. There’s no point in carrying anything we’re not sure to need.”
“The Lady of Lórien! Galadriel!” cried Sam. “You should see her, indeed you should, sir. I am only a hobbit, and gardening’s my job at home, sir, if you understand me, and I’m not much good at poetry - not at making it: a bit of comic rhyme, perhaps, now and again, you know, but not real poetry - so I can’t tell you what I mean. It ought to be sung. You’d have to get Strider, Aragorn that is, or old Mr Bilbo, for that. But I wish I could make a song about her. Beautiful she is, sir! Lovely! Sometimes like a great tree in flower, sometimes like a white daffadowndilly, small and slender like. Hard as di’monds, soft as moonlight. Warm as sunlight, cold as frost in the stars. Proud and far-off as a snow-mountain, and as merry as any lass I ever saw with daisies in her hair in springtime. But that’s a lot o’ nonsense, and all wide of my mark.”
“Then she must be lovely indeed,” said Faramir. “Perilously fair.”
lotr meme - eight scenes (6/8) ↬ You bow to no one
“This day does not belong to one man but to all. Let us together rebuild this world that we may share in the days of peace.”
