Who Was Going To Tell Me That Lucy Gray Is A Poem By William Wordsworth Where She Gets Lost In The Snow

WOAH BIRTHDAY MAN!! HAPPY BIRTH!! 🎉🎉

HE. WAS. SUPPOSED. TO. WALK. BUCK. DOWN. THE. AISLE. AT. THE. BUDDIE. WEDDING.

Once I "made" a custom emoji for my mum by crudely drawing a hijab on it and now whenever she wants me to buy a coffee for her I get a text like this

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The Last Ride of King Théoden

The Killing of the Lord of the Nazgûl, Witch-king of Angmar by Éowyn, Éomund's Daughter

The Courage of Meriadoc Brandybuck, Esquire of Rohan

The Wrath of King Éomer, Éomund's Son

And the Coming of King Ellessar unto the White City, and the Defeat of Sauron's Forces at the Fields of the Pelennor.

is this anything? are there enough of us jsmn enjoyers out there for this to be anything?

I love how collectively The Hobbit fandom is so low key obsessed with Dís, even though she’s barely mentioned in the original text, and not even by name in the films.

She’s Bilbo’s bestie, she’s Thorin’s no-nonsense sister, she’s Fili and Kili’s loving mother, she’s a warrior, she’s a diplomat, she loves tea and music, she’s a wonderful dancer, she’s the queen of our hearts!

Between us we’ve made up this whole amazing, vibrant character with the crumbs we were given, and I just think that’s such a beautiful example of why I adore this community!

Happy birthday, women!! 🎉🎉🎉

4th of October: Crown / An Ceathramh Latha dhen Dàmhair: Crùn

English Translation:

Unlike his forebears, Thorin wore no crown. The people of Erebor placed their trust in him and he would not lead them astray, but when they came with a crown - forged in the halls they built in the west - as a way to honour his leadership, he refused them.

As a king in exile, Thorin would not bear any crown until he sat upon the throne of his fathers'. In the same way he kept his beard short, in memory of those lost to the dragon's fire, he remained unadorned in the traditional garb of his royal line.

Not until the mountain was theirs once more and the loss of their past washed out would he do so. Thorin took the crown made for him and placed it above the seat, hewn from the strong mountain rock, where he spoke to his people.

"Let it there rest," he said, "and every day I will work to reach its honour."

For in his heart, Thorin felt less than worthy to wear any crown, beggar-prince that he had been.

Scottish Gaelic Translation:

Aocoltach ris a sinnsearan, cha robh crùn air Thòrin. Chuir an t-sluaigh Erebor earbs air agus cha robh e ‘s gun cuireadh e iad air seachran. Ach nuair a thàinig iad le crùn, air dèanamh san tallachan a thogadh anns an Iar, mar onarachadh dha, cha ghabh e e.

Mar rìgh fògraich, cha robh Thòrin airson crùn a bhith air mus do sheas e air an rìgh-chathair nan athraichean. Anns an aon dòigh gun robh e a’ cumail na fheòsag goirid, cha bhiodh na aodaich rìoghail traidiseanta air mar chuimhneachan de dhaoine a chaidh a losgadh san teine an nathair-sgiathaich. Cha dèanadh e gus a bha a’ bheinn aca a-rithist.

Chuir Thòrin an crùn a bha air cruthachadh dha agus shuidhe e e air os chionn an rìgh-cathair a rinn an t-sluaigh às na clachan. An àite far am biodh e a’ bhruidhinn riutha.

“Leig an sin e,” thuirt e, “agus gach latha, obraich mi gus an urrainn dhomh an urram sin a’ ruigse.”

Air sgàth, anns a chridhe, cha robh Thòrin a’ faireachdainn gun robh e airidh air crùn sam bith—prionnsa dhìol-dèirce a bha e uaireigin.

They. Just. Love. Each. Other. So. Much.