Who honors those we love for the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us, and at the same time sings that we will never die? Who teaches us what’s real and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we’ll die to defend? Who chains us? And Who holds the key that can set us free… It’s You. You have all the weapons you need. Now Fight!

I never wanted any of this.


25/101 days ‘til BotFA

25/101 days ‘til BotFA


Today in Middle-Earth: Strider and the hobbits leave Bree (September 30th, 3018 T.A.)

After the Road had run down some way, and had left Bree-hill standing tall and brown behind, they came on a narrow track that led off towards the North. ‘This is where we leave the open and take to cover,’ said Strider.

‘Not a “short cut”, I hope,’ said Pippin. ‘Our last short cut through woods nearly ended in disaster.’

‘Ah, but you had not got me with you then,’ laughed Strider. ‘My cuts, short or long, don’t go wrong.’ He took a look up and down the Road. No one was in sight; and he led the way quickly down towards the wooded valley.


I actually think I’ve reblogged this seven times

19/101 days ‘til BotFA

19/101 days ‘til BotFA

"why the fuck am i crying"
— literally me during any situation that is slightly emotional (via tommypickles)