Home is behind, the world ahead… (x)

I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone. I choose a mortal life.


At first fortune was against the  D w a r v e s ; for it was a dark day of winter without sun, and the Orcs did not waver, and they outnumbered their enemies, and had the higher ground. So began the  B a t t l e  o f  A z a n u l b i z a r , at the memory of which the Orcs still shudder and the Dwarves weep.

He was tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship.

The most tireless of all the Fellowship.

weep for yourself, my man, you’ll never be what is in your heart

a quest to reclaim a  h o m e l a n d  and slay a  d r a g o n …

Less wise, more dangerous

The journey is coming to an end…



insp (x)