┏┉┄┈┈┈┈┈⌣̊┈̥-̶̯͡ ː̗̀ǁ the lord of the rings ǁː̖́┈̥-̶̯͡⌣̊┈┈┈┈┈┉┓
gaia_angelleft gaia_angelright No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.
It’s like in the Great Stories, the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn’t want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come, and when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those are the stories that stayed with you, that meant something even if you were too young to understand why. But I think I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going because they were holding on to something-that there’s some good in the world, and it’s worth fighting for!
I will not say do not weep, for not all tears are evil.
So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost; From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be the blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.
gaia_nitemareleft gaia_nitemareright How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back. There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep; that have taken hold.
In a ravine she lived and took shape as a spider of monstrous form, weaving her black web in a cleft of mountains. There she sucked up all the lights that she could find, and spun it forth again in dark nets of strangling gloom until no more light could come to her abode, and she was famished.
Suddenly the world seems a little bit darker. The sun doesn't shine as bright anymore, the birds won't sing as loud. All food has lost it's taste, all flowers their smell. My heart has broken into a million pieces, and my soul has withered and died. I knew what was coming, but I was not prepared.
j r r tolkien
megamon-x · Fri Jan 02, 2015 @ 05:19pm · 0 Comments |