
Éowyn
by
The Freat Eye is ever-watchful.
It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust, the very
air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you
do this. It is folly.
Elf Week | Day Five: Elven Object → The Evenstar
“It is mine to give to whom I will… like my heart.”
this is my new favourite thing