(vía pvstw)

bellydancinggirl:

Hello, darling. I’ve been expecting you.

Timestamp: 1406857597

bellydancinggirl:

Hello, darling. I’ve been expecting you.

itsgaspardulliel:

Unknown outtakes

Timestamp: 1406857594

itsgaspardulliel:

Unknown outtakes

ainawen-nurlaer:

Thranduil and Galadriel - Concept Art by Weta

Timestamp: 1406857588

ainawen-nurlaer:

Thranduil and Galadriel - Concept Art by Weta

fairestregal:

Just when it looked like [Regina] was kinda happy, everything got pulled out from underneath her again. (x)

(vía evilqueensbitch)

Timestamp: 1406857571

fairestregal:

Just when it looked like [Regina] was kinda happy, everything got pulled out from underneath her again. (x)

(vía evilqueensbitch)

16stolenxpaperthin:

Book 3: Change -- The Daughters of Heroes

(vía lokfanatics)

Timestamp: 1406857570

16stolenxpaperthin:

Book 3: Change -- The Daughters of Heroes

(vía lokfanatics)

fuckmethranduil:

"From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones;

The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.

‘What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?

Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.’ ‘Ask not of me where he doth dwell — so many bones there lie.

On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky;

So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.

Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!’

‘O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,

But you came not with the ailing gulls from the grey sea’s mouth.”

-Legolas Death Song to Boromir

(vía l--o--t--r)

Timestamp: 1406857567

fuckmethranduil:

"From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones;

The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.

‘What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?

Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.’ ‘Ask not of me where he doth dwell — so many bones there lie.

On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky;

So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.

Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!’

‘O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,

But you came not with the ailing gulls from the grey sea’s mouth.”

-Legolas Death Song to Boromir

(vía l--o--t--r)

(vía vxpo)

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