maisiewilliams

“It’s just a stupid sword,” she said, aloud this time…
… but it wasn’t.
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to muss my hair and call me ‘little sister’ , she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

“It’s just a stupid sword,” she said, aloud this time…

… but it wasn’t.

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to muss my hair and call me ‘little sister’ , she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

thrannduil

pittore-lupo:

Can we talk about the scene in DoS where they find the room full of corpses and you can see Thorin wanting to cry (like you can clearly see the tears pooling in his eyes) but like the strong leader and king he is he composes himself in front of his men and quickly forms a plan 

He is literally everything anyone could want in a king except for the fact that he’s a stubborn bitch with a genetic predisposition to mental illness and Richard deserves all the fucking awards for crushing all our souls into dust