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📸 Ngoc Minh
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When Strider chants the Tale of Tinúviel to the hobbits, they're hearing a story that is 6000+ years old. I wonder if rumor of these events reached hobbits during the Elder Days and they're hearing a tale their ancestors knew. Hobbits lived then, too.
When Strider chants the Tale of Tinúviel to the hobbits, they're hearing a story that is 6000+ years old. I wonder if rumor of these events reached hobbits during the Elder Days and they're hearing a tale their ancestors knew. Hobbits lived then, too.
Needs flowers tonight
Needs flowers tonight
friendly reminder that just bc someone is homeless doesn't mean they are dangerous or a criminal. often times ppl are just trying to survive, not steal or take lives. had to remind one of my coworkers of this fact so figured it warranted repeating here.
friendly reminder that just bc someone is homeless doesn't mean they are dangerous or a criminal. often times ppl are just trying to survive, not steal or take lives. had to remind one of my coworkers of this fact so figured it warranted repeating here.
The cat is called Celebrib, meaning silver stipe - although it is officially Celebribwen, silver stiped maiden.
#tolkien #jrrtolkien #silmarillion #lotr #lordoftherings #celeborn #tolkienart #silmart #lotrart #lordoftheringsart #lotrfanart
The cat is called Celebrib, meaning silver stipe - although it is officially Celebribwen, silver stiped maiden.
#tolkien #jrrtolkien #silmarillion #lotr #lordoftherings #celeborn #tolkienart #silmart #lotrart #lordoftheringsart #lotrfanart
also if you feel attacked by this pls take a moment to reflect and ask yourself why
also if you feel attacked by this pls take a moment to reflect and ask yourself why
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,