Then suddenly he beheld his sister Éowyn as she lay, and he knew her. He stood a moment as a man who is pierced in the midst of a cry by an arrow through the heart; and then his face went deathly white; and a cold fury rose in him, so that all speech failed him for a while. A fey mood took him. ‘Éowyn, Éowyn!’ he cried at last: ‘Éowyn, how come you here? What madness or devilry is this? Death, death, death! Death take us all!’
Where is Éomer? For my eyes darken, and I would see him ere I go. He must be king after me.
The beacons of Minas Tirith are lit!
once more Rob on set for the Hobbit (2011)
This isn’t a fucking competition Legolas
"It was a really ridiculous, fantastically foolish idea to walk up to one another, clasp the face of the opposite person, say something sweet and endearing, then smash your head against theirs."