“I mean Gimli, Gloin’s son here.”
Gimli bowed low, and the axe slipped from his belt and clattered on the ground.
”Hoom, hm! Ah now,” said Treebeard, looking dark-eyed at him. “A dwarf and an axe-bearer! Hoom! I have good will to Elves, but you ask much. This is a strange friendship!”
“Strange it may seem,” said Legolas; “but while Gimli lives I shall not come to Fangorn alone.”
The joys of a cup of tea.
This is why I drink about 5 cups of tea a day.
Must. Drink. Moar. Tea.
are we forgetting that it tastes like a warm cup of home and liquid love
20-something Ellie and an older Joel because i just need these two to be happy okay that’s all i want in life THEY DESERVE HAPPINESS bye
As requested, a tutorial on how I approach lips. This is just how I see them, but I hope it helps!
There’s a lovely old English myth that if someone who truely loved and trusted the werewolf called it by name that it would turn back to human.
Others include throwing their human clothes at it and it’d turn back but that’s a bit less romantic

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