andie, she/her, 26, united states. this blog is full of Tolkien. also other art, photos, fandoms, and big-eyes-emoji stuff, but mostly Tolkien. i tag! my girlfriend is bright ivanaskye, who is a lot, but not too much
While talking with the Hobbits, Tom Bombadil puts on the One Ring. For a moment, all of the Nazgul burst into merry song. It is never discussed among them again.
Holiday quiet on these streets, except for some stubborn leaves
That didn’t fall with the fall, and now they clatter in vain
Holiday sky, midnight clear
Wind is high, hard to steer
Old muffler rumbles like an old fighter plane
In search of some rest, in search of a break
From a life of tests, where something’s always at stake
Where something’s always so far
What about my broken car?
What about my life so far?
What about my dream?
What about –
What about everything?
What about aeroplanes?
And what about ships that drank the sea?
What about –
What about the moon and stars?
What about soldier battle scars
And all the anger that they eat?
I am not in need.
Get away and come with me
Come away with me and we’ll see
If I was right on that night, that a future was made
Before time takes each year, like a knife cuts it clear
It’s school, then work, and then life that just sharpens the blade
I think about time for fun,
I think about time for play,
Then I think about being done, with no resume.
With no one left to blame
What about fortune and fame?
What about your love to obtain?
What about the Ring?
What about –
I’m so so sick, can’t handle it
Yeah I talk shit, just deal with it
My rims are 23 inch
And they’re black on black, no they’re not his
Diamonds all over my teefs
You can try and try you can’t be me
So I’ll cash my checks and place my bets
And hope I’ll always win
Even if I don’t I’m fucked because
I live a life of sin
But it’s alright, I don’t give a damn
I don’t play your rules, I make my own
Tonight, I’ll do what I want
Cuz I can
You know I’m rare, you stop and stare
You think I care, I don’t
You talk real loud but you ain’t saying nothing cool
I could fit your whole house in my swimming pool
My life’s a fantasy
That you’re not smart enough to even dream
My ice is making me freeze
You can try and try, you can’t beat me….
Remember that brief stretch of time where Thingol felt genuine compassion for someone, was an excellent father figure, reacted to events reasonably and rationally, and everybody died as a result? I have always found that darkly hilarious.