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eomering:

   ’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.’

PARTS OF THE BOOK THAT WEREN’T IN THE MOVIE

Filed under gimli is my life model and my axe lotr

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stoneofthehapless:

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”

stoneofthehapless:

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”

(via queenundomiel)

Filed under ugh i have a lot of glittering cave feels also i like how gimli uses legolas' name 4 times in that speech even though there is no-one else he could be talking to he just likes to say it also he talks about rocks the exact same way the elf talks about trees goddamnit and my axe physically unable to can any further with these men lotr the ship that built a ship

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LOTR meme:  five races 
 Dwarves[04/05]  

“Since they were to come in the days of the power of Melkor, Aulë made the dwarves strong to endure. Therefore they are stone-hard, stubborn, fast in friendship and in enmity, and they suffer toil and hunger and hurt of body more hardily than all other speaking peoples; and they live long, far beyond the span of Men, yet not forever.”(✖)

LOTR meme:  five races

Dwarves[04/05]  

“Since they were to come in the days of the power of Melkor, Aulë made the dwarves strong to endure. Therefore they are stone-hard, stubborn, fast in friendship and in enmity, and they suffer toil and hunger and hurt of body more hardily than all other speaking peoples; and they live long, far beyond the span of Men, yet not forever.”()

(via 221bees)

Filed under stupid dwarves get out DWARVES! and my axe lotr

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missmithen:

I was re-reading the Fellowship of the Ring, and now I realize what a great gift this is from Galadriel to Gimli.  Not just the three strands of hair, as precious and rich in meaning as they are.  But the promise that he will not fall victim to the dragon-sickness that haunts his family, that his heart is safe from that scourge.  “Over you gold shall have no dominion.”

missmithen:

I was re-reading the Fellowship of the Ring, and now I realize what a great gift this is from Galadriel to Gimli.  Not just the three strands of hair, as precious and rich in meaning as they are.  But the promise that he will not fall victim to the dragon-sickness that haunts his family, that his heart is safe from that scourge.  “Over you gold shall have no dominion.”

(via alichay)

Filed under great i'll just put these over here with the rest of the gimli feels i didnt have last time i read these books and my axe lotr DWARVES!

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tagath:

Also I can’t help but notice that Gimli is used as the target of many jokes in the films that were actually directed towards the hobbits in the book? (the latest I’ve noticed is the thing about “breathing loud” that was something against SAM in the book)

And Gimli seems to have a taste for beauty? I did not remember that, but it’s a good surprise. I have nothing against film!Gimli, but I think I like book!Gimli a lot more, for the moment.

Book!Gimli is basically the best thing ever. Between the snark and the poetry and the going on about the hearts of mountains…

I would.

Filed under won't even lie hit it like a battering ram and my axe lotr