All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
And ten years later, this is still hot…
This will never not be hot
My standards for boys:
- dark hair
- cute smile
- love horseback riding
- unusually long life span
- speak elvish
- secretly be the heir to the throne of Gondor
- be Aragorn
He was Aragorn son of Arathorn, the nine and thirtieth heir in the right line from Isildur, and yet more like Elendil than any before him.
Out of the Great Sea to Middle-earth I am come. In this place I will abide, and my heirs, unto the ending of the world.