May Your Memory Never Fade

Hi, I'm Kivrin, more or less. I'm mostly a Hobbit blog these days, and overwhelmed with painful and glorious feelings about the line of Durin, among other things.

I'm Scottish by descent, but live in the US. I live in the midst of the chaos of five wee children with special needs, so if I disappear for weeks at a time, please don't take it personally!

Took the babies to the parade this morning.

The Immovable Object got triggered badly by the emergency vehicles, had a panic attack, passed out in my arms, and has spent the rest of the day barely able to function. We’re never doing that again.

Summer, you guys!

freudwasmybitch replied to your post “And we have once again reached that part of the year when I try…”


Not even a school! It’s a summer reading program I get to teach, and for high school students, we study The Fellowship of the Ring. It’s one of the best parts of my summer every year!

Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.

(Source: ohevenstar, via dwarrowdamned)

And we have once again reached that part of the year when I try valiantly to teach Lord of the Rings to cynical high-school students without dissolving into tears about it. VERY HARD TO DO!

There is one who I could follow. There is one I could call King.

(Source: azadkuh, via dwarrowdamned)

I can’t just go running off into the blue! I am a Baggins of Bag End.

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The Hobbit + sunlight

(Source: indyfinitely, via antisafic)


He doesn’t approve being late. Not that I ever was. In those days, I was always on time. I was entirely respectable, and nothing unexpected ever happened.

(via thorinthesassmaster)