Then the Lady unbraided one of her long tresses, and cut off three golden hairs, and laid them in Gimli’s hand. “These words shall go with the gift,” she said. “I do not foretell, for all foretelling is now vain: on the one hand lies darkness, and on the other only hope. But if hope shall not fail, then I say to you, Gimli son of Gloin, that your hands shall flow with gold, and yet over you gold shall have no dominion.”
Never before have we clad strangers in the garb of our own people.
can’t handle.
Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring » The Shire
watching the Fellowship for therapy and because its been too long. i want to be here.
A lot of my girlfriends were in love with Legolas when the movies came out, but I fell for Boromir and cried like a baby when he died, in-book and on-screen.
Aragorn: I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail.
Boromir: Our people, our people. I would have would have followed you, my brother… my captain… my king.
Aragorn: Be at peace, Son of Gondor.
this is my favorite scene in fellowship. so sad. so perfect.
