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.
crying because an elf prince, dwarf lord and a fucking king of mendropped everything and ran over 100 miles with barely any rest, to rescue a couple of halflings (who were worth nothing outside the shire, and functionally little more than a burden) because they were their friends.
screaming and throwing up because the golden boy of gondor, the steward’s eldest son and his pride and joy; noble heir of the house of húrin, sacrificed his life for those self-same halflings
