He and Legolas never had a single conversation, the only words ever spoken between them were, “and my bow”.
"In a great hall with pillars hewn out of the living stone sat the Elvenking on a chair of carven wood. On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers. In his hand he held a carven staff of oak."
How I wake up every morning
Not the imprisoned moonlight welling through the marble walls of Minas Ithil long ago, Tower of the Moon, fair and radiant in the hollow of the hills. Paler indeed than the moon ailing in some slow eclipse was the light of it now, wavering and blowing like a noisome exhalation of decay, a corpse-light, a light that illuminated nothing.
30 Days of LotR: best use of magic
Gandalf + light
Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade: A Cinematic Masterpiece
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me…
Lord of the Rings in Black and White
They’re so pretty, it’s….
..you had one job.