They took the little ones

>They took the little ones.
>Hold still.
>Frodo. Where is Frodo?
>I let Frodo go.
>Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the Ring from him.
>The Ring is beyond our reach now.
>Forgive me. I did not see it. I have failed you all.
>No, Boromir. You fought bravely. You have kept your honour.
>Leave it! It is over. The world of Men will fall. And all will come to
darkness ... and my city to ruin.
>I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will
not let the White City fall, nor our people fail.
>Our people.
>Our people.
>I would have followed you, my brother. My captain. My king.

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>Gandalf's death was not in vain, nor would he have you give up hope.
>You carry a heavy burden, Frodo; don't carry the weight of the dead.

>I wish the ring had never come to me
>and none of this had happened

>So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.

>tfw Gandalf would be disappointed with you getting drunk every day and rewatching his adventures and you ignoring his advice

What about samwise talking about the stories we remember?

Just watched all the extended versions for the first time. K I N O

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1>3>2

they shall come all for violence

>Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it

It's not too late for you user. You can still live a fulfilling life.

>2 is ur favorite

Me too. And nice quads my dude.

>I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. 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. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

Just bought the extended blu-rays of LOTR. Are they worth it?

Yes

>And nice quads my dude.
thanks, anime posting rewards

Where do the souls of men go?
As far as I know they are not suppose to go the same way gandalf's and elvens

>I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil

when Boromir said 'my brother' my gf thought Aragorn and Boromir were brothers. I punched her cunt afterwards

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Souls of the young races go to live directly with Eru, hobbits and men and others that I don't know of. That was the trade off for having shorter lives

I can't do this, user.

I know. It's all wrong. By reason we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great memes, user. The ones that really mattered. Full of big guys and dubs, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the meme. Because how could the meme be funny? How could the boards go back to the way they were when so many bad memes had been posted? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, these redditors. Even janitors must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the memes that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small a guy to understand why. But I think, user, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those memes had lots of chances of shitposting, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

What are we holding onto, user?

That there are some good memes on this site, user... and they're worth fighting for.

>Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in? So fair, yet so cold like a morning of pale Spring still clinging to Winter's chill.

Why are most women so retarded?

don't do this

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