"Welcome to Hogwarts."

#hp


we better fight for ours


I shouldn’t be alive … unless it was for a reason.


tsundereslasher:

13/  pictures of Brolin

[not mine unless stated otherwise


babyhookfang:

Lord of the Rings Reread: The Window On The West

Frodo and Sam sprang from their stools and set themselves side by side with their backs to the wall, fumbling for their sword-hilts. There was a silence. All the men in the cave stopped talking and looked towards them in wonder. But Faramir sat down again in his chair and began to laugh quietly, and then suddenly became grave again.

"Alas for Boromir! It was too sore a trial!" he said. "How you have increased my sorrow, you two strange wanderers from a far country, bearing the peril of Men! But you are less judges of Men than I of Halflings. We are truth-speakers, we men of Gondor. We boast seldom, and then perform, or die in the attempt. Not if I found it on the highway would I take it I said. Even if I were such a man as to desire this thing, and even though I knew not clearly what this thing was when I spoke, still I should take those words as a vow, and be held by them.

"But I am not such a man. Or I am wise enough to know that there are some perils from which a man must flee. Sit at peace! And be comforted, Samwise. If you seem to have stumbled, think that it was fated to be so. Your heart is shrewd as well as faithful, and saw clearer than your eyes. For strange though it may seem, it was safe to declare this to me. It may even help the master that you love. It shall turn to his good, if it is in my power. So be comforted. But do not even name this thing again aloud. Once is enough."


"They will look for his coming from the White Tower. But he will not return."


Arya’s place was Winterfell, only Winterfell was gone.


it’s always you and her, isn’t it?


"Well, I’ve seen a lot of this universe. I’ve seen fake gods and bad gods and demi-gods and would-be gods. I’ve had the whole pantheon. But if I believe in one thing… just one thing… I believe in her!"



I wonder If we’ll ever be put into songs or tales.


It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.


mangocianamarch:

I am sorry I doubted you.

Did you find it? 

     (via forhomeasong)

or it’s gonna still be at this angle, over bilbo’s shoulder, but as he’s looking down at a wounded, barely alive thorin in his tent and there’ll be a small smile on thorin’s face because he knows he and bilbo have forgiven each other