Posts tagged and my axe
Posts tagged and my axe
From “The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey Chronicles: Art & Design,” a line I can’t wait for in The Desolation of Smaug:
“Who is this ugly creature?” - Legolas, referring to the woman in Gloin’s locket
ARE YOU KIDDING ME
OH MY GOD
LOOK AT BABY GIMLI
THIS IS EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED
LEGOLAS YOU RUDE SHIT. Just because you’re the Butterface of Mirkwood…
Don’t tell the Elf.
Don’t mess with Gimli
They picked the right guy to play a Dwarf
requested by: strangehighs
This raises so many questions about the state and advancement of neurology as a science in Middle-Earth.
Headcanon - Fili, Kili and Gimli grew up together. They were a bit older, and Princes and he just hero-worshipped the both of them. When they went on the quest to Erebor, they told a rather grumpy and jealous Gimli that when they came back they’d tell him all about their adventures.
That’s fine. I wasn’t really using my heart for anything in particular.
WHAT. NO. WHY. TUMBLR, WHY.
’This is my last word,’ said Elrond. ‘The Ring-Bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom. On him alone is any charge laid… The others go with him as free companions, to help him on his way. You may tarry, or come back, or turn aside into other paths, as chance allows. The further you go, the less easy will it be to withdraw; yet no oath or bond is laid on you to go further than you will. For you do not yet know the strength of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet upon the road.’
The Glittering Caves; art by Ted Nasmith
‘You have not seen, so I forgive your jest,’ said Gimli. ‘But you speak like a fool. Do you think those halls are fair, where your King dwells under the hill in Mirkwood, and Dwarves helped in their making long ago? They are but hovels compared with the caverns I have seen here: immeasurable halls, filled with an everlasting music of water that tinkles into pools, as fair as Kheled-zâram in the starlight.
‘And, Legolas, when the torches are kindled and men walk on the sandy floors under the echoing domes, ah! then, Legolas, gems and crystals and veins of precious ore glint in the polished walls; and the light glows through folded marbles, shell-like, translucent as the living hands of Queen Galadriel. There are columns of white and saffron and dawn-rose, Legolas, fluted and twisted into dreamlike forms; they spring up from many-coloured floors to meet the glistening pendants of the roof: wings, ropes, curtains fine as frozen clouds; spears, banners, pinnacles of suspended palaces! Still lakes mirror them: a glimmering world looks up from dark pools covered with clear glass; cities, such as the mind of Durin could scarce have imagined in his sleep, stretch on through avenues and pillared courts, on into the dark recesses where no light can come. And plink! a silver drop falls, and the round wrinkles in the glass make all the towers bend and waver like weeds and corals in a grotto of the sea. Then evening comes: they fade and twinkle out; the torches pass on into another chamber and another dream. There is chamber after chamber, Legolas; hall opening out of hall, dome after dome, stair beyond stair; and still the winding paths lead on into the mountains’ heart. Caves! The Caverns of Helm’s Deep! Happy was the chance that drove me there! It makes me weep to leave them.’
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers, “The Road to Isengard”
im actually shipping legolas and tauriel..
he needs a princess, thats all im saying..