je ne sais pas
Caitlin. 24. Occupation: figuring it out. Currently writing a novel. Owns a cat and three dogs.

History became legend … legend became myth.

taurielsilvan:

the fellowship of the ring + aragorn

"And what would a Ranger know of this matter?"
"This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."

I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me.

queenrhaenyra:

Guessing game winners  (4/5) :jemmly requested Pippin + the edge of night

"I am Aragorn son of Arathorn, and am called Elessar, the Elfstone, Dúnadain, the heir of Isildur Elendil’s son of Gondor." 

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.

Only once before have I seen them from afar in waking life, but I know them and their names, for under them lies Khazad-dûm, the Dwarrowdelf, that is now called the Black Pit, Moria in the Elvish tongue.

Yonder stands Barazinbar, the Redhorn, cruel Caradhras; and beyond him are Silvertine and Cloudyhead: Celebdil the White, and Fanuidhol the Grey, that we call Zirak-zigil, and Bundushathûr

lolamakes:

Eowyn and the Nazgul by bluefooted on Deviant Art

Aragorn threw back his cloak. The elven-sheath glittered as he grasped it, and the bright blade of Andúril shone like a sudden flame as he swept it out. ‘Elendil!’ he cried. ‘I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and am called Elessar, the Elfstone, Dúnadan, the heir of Isildur Elendil’s son of Gondor. Here is the Sword that was Broken and is forged again! Will you aid me or thwart me? Choose swiftly!

(insp)