It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy. How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened. But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.
I don’t get it… Why are you crying??
Sometimes the world seems so messed up that the simple goodness of hobbits and the brotherhood of dwarves hits different.
It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy. How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened. But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.
Yep, that. That right there. It sends me. It is so hard to hope some days, but it’s so precious too.
Just so damn good!
Also tears of happines that you are watching LotR
Only when Aunt Irma is visiting.