How do you pick up the threads of an old life?
I will let you go, if you but return what is mine. Y o u h a v e m y w o r d .
"No, you don’t, you don’t understand! None of you do - you’re Dwarves. You used to - to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere.
I am sorry, I didn’t…”
Elrond “half-elf in the streets, all man in the sheets" Eärendilion, Lord of Imladris
'I love my sword. I don't want to brag, but I think I have the coolest sword in the movie and that's high praise because there are quite a few very famous swords in this story. Weta Workshop did an incredible job with my sword. It is carved out of one piece of metal. I stopped by the Workshop to watch it being made. It's a little two-handed katana-like blade, the size of my leg — an incredibly beautiful weapon.'
~ Lee Pace, DoS Chronicles Cloaks & Daggers
↳These were Wood-elves, of course. These are not wicked folk. If they have a fault it is distrust of strangers. Though their magic was strong, even in those days they were wary. They differed from the High Elves of the West, and were more dangerous and less wise. For most of them were descended from the ancient tribes that never went to Faerie in the West. The Wood-elves lingered in the twilight of our Sun and Moon, but loved best the stars; and they wandered in the great forests that grew tall in lands that are now lost.
"One day I will remember… Remember everything that happened. The good, the bad… Those who survived… and those that did not."- Bilbo Baggins