LotR stills  19-?

eowyns:

It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo…(x)

"Muster the Rohirrim! Assemble the army at Dunharrow, as many men as can be found. You have two days. On the third, we ride for Gondor. And war.

this-disgusting-ribbon:

LOOKS LIKE MEAT’S BACK ON THE MENU, BOYS" bellows the Orc to his Orc friends. Orcs know what menus are. Orcs know what restaurants are. are there bistros in Mordor? these are the questions i need answering

cecilyjeanne:

stunningpicture:

Moving out of the apartment

This is, without a doubt, the saddest photo I have ever seen in my ENTIRE LIFE.

What other duty would you have me do my lord?

edgebug:

morgarine:

This isn’t a fucking competition Legolas

Any time anyone says Tolkien isn’t funny, I bring up this scene.

To put it in context, Aragorn is a ridiculously good tracker. He had just been literally lying flat on his belly on the ground, his ear pressed to the dirt, so he could listen for footsteps of the army that was way, way out of sight. We’re talking miles away, here. Aragorn was listening to the ground. And from that, he figured out that there were a lot of riders, on hecka fast horses, heading right towards them, with the intention of fucking their shit up. Pretty badass, right?

Cue Legolas, a.k.a. You Little Shit. Legolas is an elf. His eyesight and hearing is ridiculously good. Like, it puts any human’s to shame.

He literally let Aragorn lie there on the ground and strain to hear footsteps in the distance for no reason. And when Aragorn got up, the little shit drove the point home by saying “Oh yeah, I see them, I’ve seen them this whole time, there’s a hundred and five of them, oh yeah and they’re all blonde and they’re carrying spears nbd”

Cue Aragorn gritting his teeth in frustration and Legolas smirking like the sassy pointy-eared fuck that he is.

This may actually be my favorite part of LOTR okay

ohmaglor:

sorry

tolkienianos:

thoughtsupnorth:

Started this and figured I ought to finish it! A quick ~1hr painting of an old sketch that I really liked.

This is how I envision Ilmarë, Varda’s handmaiden. Since I usually draw Varda very dark, I wanted Ilmarë to be very bright and beautiful - made of stardust or something.

Before J.R.R. Tolkien abandoned the idea of the Valar bearing children, she, known as Erinti, was the daughter of Varda and Manwë.

This task was appointed to you, Frodo of the Shire. If you do not find a way, no one will.