Lulu of the Zulu Nation

It was negative 4 degrees outside today when I went to work. And yes, sometimes it sucks and sometimes I just do not want to go outside during the harsh Wisconsin winter time….

….but most of the time I love it.

When I am walking anywhere during the winter and it’s freezing, and my face hurts, and my lips are chapped, and I can’t feel my fingers, and my boots are rubbing on my ankles, all I can ever think is, “I’m just like Frodo, bringing the ring to Mordor.”

It’s simply a wonder that I ever find myself in legitimate human relationships with people who don’t think I’m super fucking weird.

When its cold and snowy I pretend I’m Frodo too! I bought boots the other day and I though “I could walk across Middle Earth in these.” I’m officially a geek, and happy about it.

Via killer kiss kiss

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Via One Day, One Movie

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Via "Don't tempt me, Frodo!"

fuckyeahlordoftherings:

allshallfade:

Frodo: I can’t do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.

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Via "Don't tempt me, Frodo!" Zoom

fuckyeahlordoftherings:

suicideblonde:

PIPPIN: I didn’t think it would end this way.
GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain curtain of this world rolls back and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it…
PIPPIN: What, Gandalf? See what?
GANDALF: White shores. And beyond… a far green country under a swift sunrise.
PIPPIN: Well, that isn’t so bad.
GANDALF: No. No, it isn’t.