shout out to Karl Urban as Eomer for giving one of the most heart wrenching cries ever produced in cinematic history where you can essentially feel the anguish and shock that he is going through to find that his sister was on the battlefield, and is now injured, presumably dead. words cannot describe his pain.

Hwær cwom mearg? Hwær cwom mago?
Hwær cwom maþþumgyfa?
Hwær cwom symbla gesetu?
Hwær sindon seledreamas?
Eala beorht bune!
Eala byrnwiga!
Eala þeodnes þrym!
Hu seo þrag gewat,
genap under nihthelm,
swa heo no wære.
—  “Where is the horse? Where the rider?
Where the giver of treasure?
Where the seats of the feast?
Where are the joys of the hall?
Alas for the bright cup!
Alas for the heroic warrior!
Alas for the splendor of the king!
How they have passed away,
Dark under night-cover,
As if they never were.”
- The Wanderer, An Anglo-Saxon poem of lamentation, which was the inspiration for Tolkien’s Lament of the Rohirrim.
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middle earth aesthetics → rohan

the grass-lands rolled against the hills that clustered at their feet, and flowed up into many valleys still dim and dark, untouched by the light of dawn, winding their way into the heart of the green mountains.  far inward they glimpsed a tumbled mountain-mass with one tall peek; at the mouth of the vale there stood like a sentinel a lonely height. about its feet there flowed, as a thread of silver, the stream that issued from the dale; upon its brow they caught, still far away, a glint in the rising sun, a glimmer of gold.

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I’m not in the habit of reading fanfiction very much, but I have been following @mori-hoe‘s Scheherazade and it’s just so incredibly well written with a compelling mystery story and great characterizations. Finally got around to drawing some fanart. (hope ya like!) First one is for chapter 10, and the second for chapter 14. (note: while I’ve drawn little Jolyne with dyed hair before, I never was into the idea that she’d have it dyed from such an early age, hence the all-dark hair)