Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.
‘Ask me not where he doth dwell—so many bones there lie
On the white shores and on the black shores under the stormy sky;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!’
Oh Boromir! Beyond the gate the Seaward road runs South,
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey seas mouth.
I made a promise, Mr Frodo. A promise. “Don’t you leave him Samwise Gamgee.” And I don’t mean to. I don’t mean to.
when ur mom shouts at your sibling and she catches u looking
when an examiner catches ur eye during an exam
when ur dad sasses some dwarves
44/50 favorite films: the lord of the rings - the two towers
I’ve found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay… small acts of kindness, and love.