today at work a customer’s card didn’t go through so I asked them to try again and it worked that time and I mixed up saying “there we go” and “there it goes” and I ended up saying “there we goes" and I just
So it was that after Azanulbizar the Dwarves dispersed again…the allies went away to their own countries, and Dáin Ironfoot led his father’s people back to the Iron Hills. Then standing by the great stake, Thráin said to Thorin Oakenshield: ‘Some would think this head dearly bought! At least we have given our kingdom for it. Will you come with me back to the anvil? Or will you beg your bread at proud doors?’
‘To the anvil,’ answered Thorin. ‘The hammer will at least keep the arms strong, until they can wield sharper tools again.’
I haven’t done anything Tolkien in a while. But this fandom is like the love of my life I always end up with, no matter where I fool around. Anyway, Galadriel and Frodo and their little light of hope all in two bookmarks. You can see I haven’t fixed my hand enough, so the shapes are rough. I hope I’m kind of back to creating and drawing and living.
“Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring.”