I think I would have liked Legolas a lot more if he was just constantly rambling this strange stream of consciousness out loud to no one in particular.
this is my new favorite thing on the planet.
All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of Eorl and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.
i never thought i’d die fighting side by side with an elf.
“This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.”