… Upon great pedestals founded in the deep waters stood two great kings of stone: still with blurred eyes and crannied brows they frowned upon the North. The left hand of each was raised palm outwards in gesture of warning; in each right hand there was an axe; upon each head there was a crumbling helm and crown. Great power and majesty they still wore, the silent wardens of a long-vanished kingdom.

(Source: saeruth)

kevinwada:

Storm
HeroesCon 2014 sketch
Punk, mohawked, bladed up Storm.  Ready to bust some sass and probably bust your ass.  It’s so much fun researching punk looks and finding new ways to portray her.

kevinwada:

Storm

HeroesCon 2014 sketch

Punk, mohawked, bladed up Storm.  Ready to bust some sass and probably bust your ass.  It’s so much fun researching punk looks and finding new ways to portray her.

via kevinwada

houselannisters:

The crownless again shall be king

Aragorn threw back his cloak. The elven-sheath glittered as he grasped it, and the bright blade of Andúril shone like a sudden flame as he swept it out. ‘Elendil!’ he cried. ‘I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and am called Elessar, the Elfstone, Dúnadan, the heir of Isildur Elendil’s son of Gondor. Here is the Sword that was Broken and is forged again! Will you aid me or thwart me? Choose swiftly!

(Source: nimrodels)

You said you’d bind yourself to me, forsaking the immortal life of your people.

(Source: mithrandy)