Rising up to meet the purple dawn
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[ID: A digital illustration of Orym and Dorian Storm from Critical Role. Orym is standing behind Dorian, braiding his hair and decorating it with blue flowers. Dorian is presumably sitting though he isn’t visible below the waist, and his expression is peaceful, smiling with his eyes closed. End description.]
Orym braiding flowers into Dorian’s hair, thank you @just-a-funny-little-brain for the suggestion!!
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The Witcher is yet again consuming my life
Drawing on the lute courtesy of @ceteiq. Thank you for sharing it!!
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Little Hare watercolour and colored pencils doodles I did this weekend!
Wich one do you prefer?:
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What if you loved me so much it literally undoomed me haha jk unless
What if I had so much faith in you it literally reshaped the narrative into a happy ending HAHA JK UNLESS
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goddd please just hire voice actors again. like actual voice actors. no more celebrity voice actors please just hire people who know what they’re doing the or voice acting industry will cannibalize itself more than it already is. let jack black do whatever he wants though
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τυρὸς δ’ οὐ λείπει μ’ οὔτ’ ἐν θέρει οὔτ’ ἐν ὀπώρᾳ,
οὐ χειμῶνος ἄκρω·“But cheese does not abandon me, neither in summer nor in autumn,
nor at the end of winter:”–Theocritus Idyll XI.36-7
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Can you tell me why Frodo is so important in lotr? Why can't someone else, anyone else, carry the ring to mordor?
Anonymous
but someone else could.
that’s the whole point of frodo—there is nothing special about him, he’s a hobbit, he’s short and likes stories, smokes pipeweed and makes mischief, he’s a young man like other young men, except for the singularly important fact that he is the one who volunteers. there is this terrible thing that must be done, the magnitude of which no one fully understands and can never understand before it is done, but frodo says me and frodo says I will.
(when boromir is thinking of how he can use the ring to defend gondor, when aragorn is thinking of how it brought down proud isildur, when elrond is holding council and gandalf is thinking of how twisted he would become, if he ever dared—)
but then there’s frodo, who desires nothing except what he has already left behind him, and says, I will take the Ring.
it is an offer made out of absolute innocence, utter sincerity. It is made without knowing what it will make of him—and frodo loses everything to the ring, he loses peace and himself and the shire, he loses the ability to be in the world. It’s cruel, the ring is cruel, it searches out every weakness you have and feeds on it, drinks you dry and fills you with its poison instead, the ring is so cruel.
and frodo picks it up willingly. for no other reason except that it has to be done.
(the ring warps boromir into a hopeless grasping dead thing, the power of the palantir turns denethor into an old man, jealous and suspicious, it bends even saruman, once the proudest of the istari, into a mechanised warlord, sitting in his fortress and bent over his perverse creations—all the best of intentions, laid waste)
but there’s a reason gollum exists in the narrative, which is to show—well, to show what frodo might have been. because even as frodo grows mistrustful and wearied, as the burden of this ring grows heavier and heavier, he is never gollum. he is gentle to gollum. he is afraid—god frodo is so afraid for 2/3 of these books he is so tired and afraid, but he keeps moving, he walks though it would pull him into the ground, because he asked for this, he said he would.
someone else could have carried the ring to mordor, I suppose. the idea of a martyr is not dependent on the particular flesh and blood person dying for some greater purpose. but such a thing has to be chosen, lifted onto your shoulders for the right reason, the truest reasons, and followed into the dark, though it would see you burnt through and bled out.
I will take the Ring, though I do not know the way.
y'know say what you want about tumblr (and I have), but this is still probably the simplest and most powerful distillation of the heart of the Lord of the Rings I’ve ever read. I think back to it all the time
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I love Holga so much actually she’s obsessed with potatoes (as she should be) she has a thing for short guys she saw a man at his lowest and his baby daughter and decided she needed to look out for them she’s strong and fierce and tough and her best friend singing makes her laugh somehow she manages to contain perfectly barbarian class tropes while never once falling into stereotype she’s kind she’s loving she’s got the highest kill count of the entire party she’s a mother she genuinely likes Edgin it could have so easily fallen into the “competent person annoyed by irritating person yet keeps them around for some reason” dynamic but it doesn’t she likes him she’s sad and angry and fair and good and gentle and literally goes into a wild rage when she fights people. Chatacter of the century perhaps.
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