The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung.
The woods shall wave on mountains
And grass beneath the sun;
His wealth shall flow in fountains
And the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness
At the Mountain-king’s return!
"Now of old the name of that forest was Greenwood the Great, and its wide halls and aisles were the haunt of many beasts and of birds of bright song; and there was the realm of King Thranduil under the oak and the beech."
- The Silmarillion
Sometimes things happen to people and they’re not equipped to deal with them.
“Haymitch and Effie are sort of like characters from a great forties love affair rom-com. They’re a little Bogie and Bacall. There’s a bit of push-pull. There’s a little love-hate. There’s a little bit of just enough respect to keep it tied together. There’s a lot of wit between them. They’re two great wits - well matched.”
live every day like the winds of winter has a release date
WOW I SURE WOULD HAVE LIKED TO SEE SAM PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE
WOW SAME… DON’T LOOK AT ME