imagine Tonks and Lupin in bed, and he’s the little spoon and he turns round to kiss her only to find she’s metamorphasized her face into Snape’s and he screams and she laughs so hard she falls out the bed
In Lord of the Rings, Rivendell was tired. It was really dying.
In The Hobbit, Rivendell is in full swing. More richness in the colors, more detail, more depth and full of life. — Dan Hennah, Production designer
you can hang with the dogs during the blót.
they will be glad to have another one of their own among them
Tolkien read-along: Chapter X ‘Strider’
'Would it? Would any of you have believed me till now?' said Strider. ' I knew nothing of this letter. For all I knew I had to persuade you to trust me without proofs, if I was to help you. In any case, I did not intend to tell you all about myself at once. I had to study you first, and make sure of you. The Enemy has set traps for me before now. As soon as I had made up my mind, I was ready to tell you whatever you asked. But I must admit,’ he added with a queer laugh, ‘that I hoped you would take to me for my own sake. A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship. But there, I believe my looks are against me.’
Should the roses seek to hinder me I’ll gladly trample them underfoot.
There are days when I would LOVE to look like this.