"Far over the misty mountains cold to dungeons deep and caverns old the pines were roaring on the height. The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light." - J.R.R. Tolkien. (Hiatus)
There is nothing for you here, only death.
(Source: hiddleston)
All I remember thinking, was that she loved Aragorn so much, that even with his extended lifespan as a descendant of the...