Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.
Today in Middle-Earth: The dwarves surrender when surrounded by Elves, but Bilbo uses the ring and disappears (August 23rd, 2941 T.A.)
Such day as there ever was in the forest was fading once more into the blackness of night, when suddenly out sprang the light of many torches all round them, like hundreds of red stars. Out leaped Wood-elves with their bows and spears and called the dwarves to halt.
There was no thought of a fight. Even if the dwarves had not been in such a state that they were actually glad to be captured, their small knives, the only weapons they had, would have been of no use against the arrows of the elves that could hit a bird’s eye in the dark.
Sam + faceless.
"Once belonged to a young boy of the city. A very foolish one who wasted very many hours slaying dragons instead of attending to his studies."
I mean, look at you. It’s hard to believe you were the guy that saved the world once.
And now, who’s gonna help you? Oh, I know who.
Recent studies show that levitation isn’t Khoshekh’s fault - actually the poor cat is just a victiom of very stubborn lack of gravitation in this exact spot when the pet exist. But the inability to hovering on his own doesn’t make Khoshekh less special and JUSTa cat. We all know that there’s something weird and a bit demonic in EVERY cat. And that’s why we love them, don’t we?
Cecil’s design by littleulvar
Eleven’s hour’s over now. The clock is striking twelve.