It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end… because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing… this shadow. Even darkness must pass.
Not like I love you.
Anastasia Trusova — “Through The Walls”, 2020
Acrylic on linen (70 x 70 cm)
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 LORD OF THE RINGS (2001 - 2003)
But in that hour, Finarfin forsook the march, and turned back, being filled with grief, and with bitterness against the House of Fëanor [...] and many of his people went with him, retracing their steps in sorrow [...] But his sons were not with him [...] - The Silmarillion, "Of the Flight of the Noldor"
Tolkien in Color: The House of Finwë (part 12/x)
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The Battle of the Slopes of Orodruin
the white lady of the Noldor
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002) dir. Peter Jackson
Ilya: I hate Hunter.
Jane: No you don't.
Ilya: I do.
Jane: Stop. I'll get jealous if you keep talking like that.
– Heated Rivalry, chapter 22