Tag: AUGH

cloudvelundr:

“The dead and the dying. But we shall bar your gaze, if we can.”

So, ah, I finished binge reading Sansûkh earlier. Feels have been had.

*gasps and clutches chest*

Holy

shit

holy SHIT

holyyyyy shit

;aksjfgdlkashjd GOD HELP AND PRESERVE ME, I AM NOT FUCKING WIRTHUNBG:KSJHDKJAS

oh this – this is incredible. the composition of this – it is just, and no joke about mystical wind-machine-giant-eyes included, it just bloody blows me away. this is amazing. I can’t type fast enough to tell you how this affects me, oh my GOD

the dead and the dying, and he would destroy what little of them remains, and you’ve captured that so perfectly by ringing them entirely in the Eye, how small they are, how they are next to nothing in comparison, so perfectly and uselessly ineffectual, a gnat’s fury against a thunderstorm, the most inconsequential of all foes – a ghost and a memory. 

And yet, even so, they’re still standing there, nearly swallowed by all that red rage, and their silhouettes are still there, tall and straight and unbowed and the poses you’ve chosen: Thorin bracing himself with all the bullheaded defiance in him, half-ready to attack if he ever gets even the glimmer of a chance – and Bilbo with his hands in his pockets like a proud Shire gentlehobbit when faced with utter ruin

I HAVE THE SNIFFLES

beautiful, so beautiful. This is so amazing, this is what I mean when I gush about how artists are storytellers, how you take a thing I thought and wrote and make it better and deeper and realer

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thank you SO SO SO MUCH, ahlSjhslkdjh may I please please worship you a little, because I might just anyway

(Stay aliiive…
Stay aliiive…)

[THORIN]
Where’s my brother?!

[BALIN]
Thorin, come in. They just brought him a half hour ago….

[THORIN]
Is he alive?!

[BALIN]
Yes, but the blade caught him just above his ribs…

[THORIN]
Can I see him, please?!

[BALIN]
Thorin, they did what they could..but the wound was already infected…

[THORIN]
Frerin!

[FRERIN]
Th-Thorin…
I did exactly what you told me.
I fought and held the line…

[THORIN]
Shh, I know, I know
Shh, I know, I know…

[FRERIN]
I…

[THORIN]
Shh, I know, you did everything just right.

[FRERIN]
Even before we took the Delf…

[THORIN]
Shh…

[FRERIN]
I raised my sword up high…
I….

[THORIN]
Shh, I know, I know.
Shh, I know, I know.
Shh, save your strength and stay ali-

[DIS]
-iiive!

[THORIN]
Namadith!

[DIS]
Is he breathing? Is he going to survive this?!
Who did this?
Thorin, why did you let him go?!

[FRERIN]
Dis, I’m so sorry for forgetting what you told me..

[DIS]
Nadadel…

[FRERIN]
We played the lute.

[DIS]
Amad taught us the lute…

[FRERIN]
You’d put your hand on mine.

[DIS]
You changed the melody every time.

[FRERIN]
I would always change the line…

[DIS]
Shh, I know, I know
Shh, I know I know…

[FRERIN]
I would always change the l-line…

[DIS]
Shh, I know, I know.
One, two, three, four –

[FRERIN]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine..

[DIS]
Good. One, two, three, four-

[FRERIN]
One, two, three, f-

[DIS]
-Seven, eight, nine…
…Seven, eight, nine….
….Seven, eight….

Hobbit4Ham (Or: @culturalrebel is a genius)

DIS

I saved every letter they wrote me.
From the moment I bore them, I knew they were mine
You said they were mine
I thought they were mine…

Do you know what Vili said,
When he heard of your plans and designs?
He said: “Be careful of Thorin, love.
He will do what it takes to survive.”

You and your words
Overrode all their senses.
Your memories left them defenseless.
You built them palaces of our relics
You built cathedrals…

I’m rereading the letters they wrote me.
I’m searching and scanning for answers in every line.
For some kind of sign, and when they were mine
The world seemed to burn…
Burn….

You took all I held dear down with you.
The whole world saw how you brought my sons into their graves.
In reclaiming our home, you have spent our line…
Do you know what Balin said,
When I saw what you’d done?
He said: “He was brave and did what he could.
But he flew too close to the sun.”

You and your words, obsessed with our legacy!
Your greed and their sacrifice, senseless!
And you were paranoid at every twist and turn!
How ‘they’ would deceive you…
You, you, you, you….!

I’m erasing myself from the narrative.
Let future historians wonder how your sister
Reacted when you broke her heart.
You have torn it all apart, I’m watching it
Burn….
Burn….!

The world has no right to my heart!
No claim to the blood that they shed!
They don’t get to know what I said!
You took every memory, took everything here
That might have redeemed you!
You stole all the joy from my heart!
You’ve left me to bury the dead!
No life, only ashes instead!
And only the memories of when they were miiine!
….I hope that you
Burn…

(I AM SORRY)

Dets says: YOU SHOULD BE, god i have to record this, i have TO, goddamn it it’s beautiful

You know what is a sureway to make me sad? Think of when the race of dwarves diminishes and dies out. Who are the last dwarves? Who was the last dwarf to die? Was there nobody to properly bury them? Did they die in their bed in their quiet mountain, or did they go and lay into their own timb before falling asleep for the last time? Did they close the gates of khazad-Dum forever before doing so? Did Mahal greet them hemlsef with word ‘Finally all of my children are with me’?

lsjdhgafalshgLJHGALJHJAJALDLAJGALJSADLJH I have thought this thought in passing once or twice, and every time it makes me 

*whimpers*