_{Merry Christmas, everyone. (x)}

in which sam’s tater stew goes terribly wrong (of course in front of the elves)

But they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made. In the land of Mordor, inthe fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a Master Ring to control all others. and into this Ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life.

Simbelmyne. Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son. Alas, that these evil days should be mine. The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see that last days of my house. 

Theoden: I know your face… Eowyn. My eyes darken.
Eowyn: No. No. I’m going to save you.
Theoden: You already did… Eowyn. My body is broken. . You have to let me go. I go to my fathers, in whose mighty company I shall not now feel ashamed.

The Deewarves- how to ruin an entire group of people in one fell swoop with a tiny little vine by Stephen Hunter (x)