A deadly sword, a healing hand,
a back that bent beneath its load;
a trumpet-voice, a burning brand,
a weary pilgrim on the road.
"What the fuck did I say"
Well congrats, Wendy! Not only did I draw Tolkien fan art for the first time in my life just for you, I also made it a comic! So happy (late) birthday! I had something fluffier in mind, but then I made a Lion King reference and laughed at myself for 500 years so I’m sorry if it’s not actually funny.
if u cant handle me at my strider u sure as helms deep dont deserve me at my aragorn
Still, I wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales. We’re in one, of course, but I mean — put into words, you know, told by the fireside, or read out of a great big book with red and black letters, years and years afterwards.
UGLY FUCKIN’ CREATURE
Men with gorgeous, long, flowing, blonde hair
Elves // fair, graceful, and beautiful
Aragorn shows that Palantir who’s boss.