
the pines were roaring on the heights,
the winds were moaning in the night,
the fire was red, it flaming spread,
the trees like torches blazed with light
Misty Mountains (Cold) | RICHARD ARMITAGE
Och mah god whaur did ye fin’ thes?
LP: //Holy lusus of god// //Riz look//
Duncan! Swatch whit Ah foond!
AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I will wait outside the cinema for a week waiting for the Hobbit!!! I HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG AND...
Cold - The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey