Be it —- 𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱. 𝖲𝖮𝖭 𝖮𝖥 𝖮𝖣𝖨𝖭. 𝖦𝖮𝖣 𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖴𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱.

| Cavill gets casted as Aragorn and I’ll throw up

There is laughter and camaraderie, The Fellowship grows closer as the take further steps towards the end of all. Across the lands of Middle Earth, there rumors begin to spread with the twinkle of hope. (c)

The 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆 is generous and it is patient and it always 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙎 – but in the heart of its strength lies its 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.

“Only if you believe you can keep up.” Aragorn said in a lighter tone, offering Frodo a smile - - before taking off in a race towards the rest of the Fellowship.

Aragorn would agree internally - - leaving this conversation at its end there. He knew this task ahead was daunting one, but he did not think to how for it may reach even beyond the Fellowship. “Let it not be lonely then.” He says with a nod. “As I am with you, and I am your friend.”

| hello

| Will more than likely be here Sunday when the holidays die down fr fr

In that moment Aragorn understood, he understood 𝐺𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑓, he understood the time of 𝑤𝑎𝑟 - - and he understand the decision of 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑜 𝐵𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑠. That no Ring Bearer would match that of the Hobbit - - and that those days ago in 𝑅𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑙 when one stood above them all, it was the 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 one all along.

| we shall protect Frodo at all cost! Together until the end!

| terribly sad we just not let it happen

Aragorn couldn’t help the small smile that crept over his lips, watching as Frodo tried his hardest to keep up. But quickly it disappeared as the thought of 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 came to him. The thought of peace, yes. .peace that could’ve have been claimed 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 ago.

Aragorn straightened. Nodding to the group ahead that seemed to be getting further from them, a silent ‘we should be going too’ from him to the ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑓-𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔. “Do not take it personally.” Aragorn said, beginning his stride - - his voice as 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚 as ever.

A half wrapped hand took hold of the smaller one’s arm, keeping him from falling face first to the ground below. There was a reason Aragorn walked at the back of the group. For one, to keep an eye on all who walked with him. More especially the Ring Bearer.

A day's travel, that's all they managed. It hard started after leaving the river furthest from the ravaged town they passed through, Merry began lamenting about second breakfast again, clinging to Pippin during his dramatics. At somepoint, Boromir had hoisted the two up, earning laughter while ↓

Morning comes.

| they need group messages in here ASAP, can’t even believe that isn’t a thing

So the enemy grows - - and the shadow of 𝐸𝑣𝑖𝑙 begins to stretch across humble lands. But so does the strength of 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 and all who would hold onto ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒.

| Jan 7th will begin my reading of Return of The King then after I will probably have to rewatch the trilogy again, I meant to watch each movie after I finished a book but failed to

| we’ve got Aragorn, Legolas, Frodo The Fellowship builds omg

Aragorn’s eyes flash to Boromir along with Frodo’s shifting gaze. The world of men. So hastily had it tried to bring about its own undoing - - steadfast now by the looming shadow of the 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑃𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟.

A long intake of his pipe, Aragorn’s face contorted with thought and deep feeling. He could not, and would not know the power that the Hobbit wore upon his neck. How heavy and dark it may feel. Like lifting one’s own shadow. “I cannot bear those fears for you, Frodo. But I can face them with you.”

“You aren’t sleeping?” He offers, a pipe laced upon his lips - - with gentle smoke rising to greet the clouds above.

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| wish the Star Wars verse was huge here, my Anakin needs me

So it is Aragorn - - and three. .no four, four Hobbits that make their way to WeatherTop.

| plan is to write a solo tonight bringing this Aragorn up to where I am in Two Towers

The whisper in the south turns true. And the merry become un-eased, and the shadows travel forth to hold deathly to the light.

Rumors grew of a shadow in the east.

| okay so i finished my reading of Fellowship on 10/14. I’m about 9 chapters into Two Towers. Need to write up a solo of putting him at that point. Mhm.

The Ranger’s lips pressed into a thin line, and his eyes. Her tutting, her words that twined mockery with promise, clung to him like mist. Yet he did not flinch, nor turn aside.

** Getting close to The Council of Elrond in my reading, feel like I’ll be a little more active once there 🙂‍↕️

/ she (ungoliant) was so scary she terrified morgoth (the lucifer equivalent in this universe). She was SO FUCKED UP. SHE made HIM cry out in fear and pain, the result of which summoned between THREE AND SEVEN Balrogs from Hell to go whip her ass and scare her off. He must've gotten bit as a child

Strider’s jaw set, though his hand lingered a heartbeat longer in hers. The word she had spoken —- Mellon, rippled in his chest like an old song. A friend’s word, but twisted now, dressed in a tongue that was not wholly hers.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟏𝟑𝐭𝐡, 𝐓𝐀 𝟑𝟎𝟏𝟗. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐞. En route to Cirith Ungol, Miri diverged from her path to ally herself with the defense of Minas Tirith. Armed with sabre and cutlass, she led the defense of the city's inner gates, being followed into the fray by two dozen men who referred to her only as 'the witch'.

The Ranger’s eyes linger on the script blooming across her flesh, his breath slow, his jaw set. He had seen foul bargains struck in darker places than these. Yet Gollum’s trail was perilous, twisting, near lost in the tangle of river and mire.

“I know well the bouquet of ruin. It clings not only to me, but to all who’ve lived long beneath Sauron’s shadow.”

The hood stays drawn. Only the glint of his eyes can be seen, sharp and unyielding. His hand lingers near the sword at his hip, though he does not draw it.

A days ride left.

“Anníron amarth rûdh, dan athradim i bedithon aníron, an boe mânad lín.” (“Troubling times [are] ahead, but we can make it if we stay true to each other.”)

“Something indeed.” He himself was unsure, since finding Gollum —- Gandalf had asked him to wait for certain 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 things. To protect those who could 𝑛𝑜𝑡 protect themselves —- and although he did, and often, this was the first time he had seen something that he believed. . .𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙.

“Strider.” He says, watching closely —- “No síth, Brego.” He spoke to the horse, running a hand along its neck. “I’ve heard tragedy has stuck this nest. .you should not go alone. I’ll 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 with you. Brego can handle the weight.”