The weight of this mask is unbearable. As with Frodo ‘s thinly smile wavers in and out, Sam will always be cheerful as Mordor lies over my heart. This light sword I take, As with Aragorn’s buckler on his left, By the side of Legolas’ knocked tips, To Gimli’s chuckle. My feet will run, My […]
from Denethor you are recieved, from Boromir you are percieved, from Faramir you are believed. . . to Eowyn of power, of Arwen in her stature, and Galadriels’ tears you remain loved. Who bore you, mighty You? 😆😀😑😅😁😉😊☺☺😂😋🤐😃🤗😮😄😓 Tolkien fan-work.