“Do you remember when we first met?” - “I thought I had wandered into a dream.” - “Long years have passed. You did not have the cares you carry now. Do you remember what I told you?” - “You said you’d bind yourself to me, forsaking the immortal life of your people.” - “And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.”
I didn’t think it would end this way. End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass.
My Favorite Movies (in no particular order) - The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
“Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. How did it come to this?”
Death is just another path - one that we all must take.
let me sing you the song of my feelings. gandalf, like all the other wizards, is a maia. they have been around since the very fucking creation of arda, not to mention middle earth - they have been around since everyone lived on fucking valinor, gods, spirits, and elves all in one happy perfect gorgeous timeless place.
then like two thousand years ago when sauron decided to start being a massive dickbag, the valar (who are p. much gods) sent the istari, a badass elite force of maiar now trapped in the form of wizened old men, to help combat said dickbaggery. that would be gandalf, saruman, radagast, alatar and pallando.
so what you’re seeing here is gandalf, the ageless maia spirit, recalling his home from which he has been fundamentally banished for the last two thousand fucking years. he knows his purpose, he loves the people of middle earth, but how could you ever forget the white shores of valinor? two thousand years away from your home and suddenly you’re asked to recall it, your memory now so vague from years walking middle earth in the shape of a man, and your heart just clenches into a fist and you’re wrestling with that lump in your throat because, you know what, you have to be strong for this precious little hobbit. because you have to be strong for the entire gondorian army and you can’t weep for the home that you left behind because you have to be the strong one.
and what you’re seeing here, that makes this gif set so magical, so believable, is Sir Ian fucking McKellen portraying this emotion so perfectly it makes me want to gargle bleach and throw myself into a vat of acid.
Racebent LotR: The House of Húrin, Stewards of Gondor
Denethor II Son of Ecthelion, Steward of Gondor—Denzel Washington
Boromir Captain of the White Tower—Idris Elba
Faramir Captain of the Rangers of Ithillien—Sinqua Walls
Maria, I’m gonna cry.
The Lord of the Rings Meme | ten scenes (2/10)
Farewell to Lórien.
This is my favorite fucking scene.
If you’ve read the Silmarillion, you know who Fëanor was. If you don’t, Fëanor was the dickhead who created the Silmarils: three indescribably beautiful and magical jewels that contained the light and essence of the world before it became flawed. They were the catalyst for basically every important thing that happened in the First Age of Middle Earth.
It is thought that the inspiration for the Silmarils came to Fëanor from the sight of Galadriel’s shining, silver-gold hair.
He begged her three times for single strand of her beautiful hair. And every time, Galadriel refused him. Even when she was young, Galadriel’s ability to see into other’s hearts was very strong, and she knew that Fëanor was filled with nothing but fire and greed.
Fast forward to the end of the Third Age.
Gimli, visiting Lorien, is also struck by Galadriel’s beauty. During the scene where she’s passing out her parting gifts to the Fellowship, Galadriel stops empty-handed in front of Gimli, because she doesn’t know what to offer a Dwarf. Gimli tells her: no gold, no treasure… just a single strand of hair to remember her beauty by.
She gives him three. Three.
And this is why Gimli gets to be an Elf Friend, people. Because Galadriel looks at him and thinks he deserves what she refused the greatest Elf who ever lived—- and then twice that. And because he has no idea of the significance of what she’s just given him, but he’s going to treasure it the rest of his life anyway.
Just look at that smile on Legolas’s face in the last panel. He gets it. He knows the backstory. And I’m pretty sure this is the moment he reconsiders whether Elves and Dwarves can’t be friends after all.
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