How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back?
God bless Tolkien.
Two households, both alike in dignity,
in Middle Earth, where we lay our scene
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal realms of these two foes
A pair of star-cross’d brothers make their life
Whose misadventure Sauron overthrows,
And with his death, end their people’s strife.
Their fearful passage, that shall death mark’d prove
And the continuance of their parents’ rage
Which but The One Ring’s end, naught could remove,
Is now, like, twelve hours’ traffic of our stage;
The which of you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
did you just rewrite shakespeare for lord of the rings and make it work better than the original
ENGLISH LITERATURE NERDGASM OF EPIC PROPORTION!
For people. You know who you are.
Holy shit, commentary.