carrying the world around his neck
"I see no hope of it now. But I've got to do the best I can."


faramircaptainofgondor:

middle earth meme: {2/3} races
→ hobbits

glorfindels:

30 days of lotr | 2. the fellowship of the ring

Nine companions. So be it. You shall be the fellowship of the ring.

wrathandruin-blog:

And the Fellowship of the Ring, though eternally bound by friendship and love, was ended.

fuck-yeah-middle-earth:

“Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction; none can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom.”

andrewserkis:

“I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of a sport, as you might say. But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed in them, usually their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn’t. And if they had, we shouldn’t know, because they’d have been forgotten.”

looklikealittleotter:

by ~Sidus-U

lifewhatisthat:

Picture time

Dear Eru, after years of being in the LotR fandom, I just got around to drawing these losers.

Now for the ‘what is everyone thinking’ part:

Pippin: This is awesome

Boromir: proud of himself and also loving the fact that he kind of has two kids to take care of

Merry: thinking of ways to trip Boromir or prank him in some way

Aragorn: internally screaming

Legolas: he is super super super happy that he can hug his husband and not have his dad bitch about it

Gimli: he isnt sure if he bitchslap Legolas or enjoy the hug

Frodo and Sam: idk, the usual thing with these two

Gandalf: regreting his life choices

tosquinha:

Boromir’s hobbit hug

elf-friend-frodo:

The hobbits at Caras Galadon in Lothlorien

phosphoromancys:

The heroes, 
Of the new world, 
Are the heroes of the unknown, 
And the heroes, 
Who lived in times gone by, 
The seeds of love have sown.

The heroes, 
Who are fighting on now, 
Are the heroes who are not loved as they should, 
But the heroes, 
Of the old age, 
Have saved the love they could.

The heroes, 
Who cease not to rest, 
Are the soldiers of the age
But the heroes, 
Of times gone by, 
Their foes no longer engage.