My progressing feelings as I read this chapter basically went thus:
“My brother,” echoed Denethor, and there was wonder in his voice.
*clutches heart* I am going to die.
“People of Nurn!” cried Gimli, raising his axe. “Today we strike a blow for freedom together! And as you have cast in your lot with mine, I swear that if I survive this day I shall cast in my lot with yours, and stay to help build roads and cities that would make any Westerner weep with envy!”
“And if I survive this day,” said Legolas, I pledge to help reclaim this barren waste and turn it to fertile ground once more. Trees shall flourish on the Plateau of Gorgoroth, and the free people of Nurn will plant gardens in the ruins of Barad-dûr!"
I am going to die.
Mithrandir, clad all in white,
*UNHOLY SHRIEKING*
“Sister!” she cried to Dís.
SHE CALLED HER SISTER I CANNOT HANDLE THIS
“Let me face this as a true hobbit, with my feet on the earth,” he said
*incoherent sobbing*
“For Denethor!” cried one man, and “For Théoden!” cried another
At that point, my actual ghost was reading this because my prediction came true and I did indeed die and I am posting from beyond the feelings grave.
The Witch-King of Angmar
OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE. No really I am stoked for the Arwen+Dis moment of glory (that's my best guess for how that goes down), but there was SO MUCH in this chapter and I cannot handle it...in the absolute best of ways because that's exactly how the end of The Lord of the Rings is.
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Date: 2015-07-14 06:19 am (UTC)“My brother,” echoed Denethor, and there was wonder in his voice.
*clutches heart* I am going to die.
“People of Nurn!” cried Gimli, raising his axe. “Today we strike a blow for freedom together! And as you have cast in your lot with mine, I swear that if I survive this day I shall cast in my lot with yours, and stay to help build roads and cities that would make any Westerner weep with envy!”
“And if I survive this day,” said Legolas, I pledge to help reclaim this barren waste and turn it to fertile ground once more. Trees shall flourish on the Plateau of Gorgoroth, and the free people of Nurn will plant gardens in the ruins of Barad-dûr!"
I am going to die.
Mithrandir, clad all in white,
*UNHOLY SHRIEKING*
“Sister!” she cried to Dís.
SHE CALLED HER SISTER I CANNOT HANDLE THIS
“Let me face this as a true hobbit, with my feet on the earth,” he said
*incoherent sobbing*
“For Denethor!” cried one man, and “For Théoden!” cried another
At that point, my actual ghost was reading this because my prediction came true and I did indeed die and I am posting from beyond the feelings grave.
The Witch-King of Angmar
OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE. No really I am stoked for the Arwen+Dis moment of glory (that's my best guess for how that goes down), but there was SO MUCH in this chapter and I cannot handle it...in the absolute best of ways because that's exactly how the end of The Lord of the Rings is.