Novel & Cerita Funny Lotr Quotes

Hell, this was a textbook example of hubris. Javier sniggered. “Goddamn. You really like the smell of your own farts, don’t you?” Thorin sneered. “What am I supposed to do when my farts smell better than everyone else’s cologne without even trying? No one’s ever been able to top me anyway. God, sometimes I feel so tired of winning and being at the top.” He was insufferable. A totally insufferable piece of sh*t who was just begging for someone to rearrange his face. Before Javier could rise to the occasion, though, someone else made their move.

He rolled his eyes and started to get out the needles. "Oh yeah, I forgot. My bad." I nodded at him. He just looked at me for a sec before we both burst into laughter. "Oh my go- That was-" Laughed some more. "Hilarious. I mean- Gandalf's grandson?" "God I miss you kid." He wiped a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye. "Me too Danny, me too." I said back. And I do, I really do. This was my sense of normalcy.

⚯͛ “My mum always said things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end. If not always in the way we expect.” – Luna Lovegood ⚯͛ M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | MUNDANE MONDAY

LILY’s POV “Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.” — JRR Tolkien I step onto the ring and all around me, the men quieten down to a hush. A gentle breeze picks up and blows at my hair, sending a few stray strands to dance around my eyes. Dance…yes. This is only a dance, I tell myself. Except it is a dance of blades.

He only let out a strange ‘bwahahaha’ laugh from his mouth. “Get me the wine. We need to send Luc, the true warrior, off to the field! Bwahahaha!” “Save it! We can drink when I come back triumphantly. It won’t be too late to have a drink then.” Having decisively turned down Kirin’s offer to hold a farewell for him, Luc turned away. With the Golden Ring Knife on his back and holding the Super Red Spider close to his chest, he left. Behind him, Kirin’s strange laughter rang out once again, “Bwahahaha!”

someone in the audience seat asked. “Are you joking? That piece of useless trash isn’t even in the same league as the God of War!” “Are you trying to get yourself in trouble? Don’t even compare the God of War to someone like that! It’s humiliating!” Despite the criticism, everyone shared the same question but no one wanted to believe it. How could the God of War have the same voice as the useless trash of the Quint family? What kind of lame joke was that? “I bet that useless trash heard the God of War’s voice before and started to mimic the same voice. That’s why they sounded the same.”

Both share and friendly laugh at one another. A knock on the door surfaces followed by a dense tone of voice. “Dinner, mess hall, five minutes.” The voice demands before the sound of their footsteps leave. Troy looks over at the door and manages to laugh a little. He takes his robe and slides it on to cover his firm and naked body. Lutas leers over to his friend in a questioning manner. “Now what the hell is so damn funny?” Troy grips the edges of his cloak and gives a small smile and looks over at him. “When I was casting the spell, I could feel my energy draining. It almost felt like I was going to die. Then you came into the room. Somehow it felt like I was regaining my energy.” The elf s

"The waters unmake those who enter. Strip away memories, shadows, mortality. Most who try to reach the depths never return." "Then we'll be among the few who do." He stares at me, and then, impossibly, he laughs—a real laugh, not the bitter sound I've heard before. "You're absolutely mad." "So are you." I stand, swaying slightly, and he's immediately there to steady me. "Come on. We have a caravan to catch."

“A day may come when the courage of Men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.” - Aragorn, The Lord Of The Rings #3 The Return Of The King. ~ CASPIAN ~ Night finally comes. The sun has long faded away, now replaced by a moon shining so brightly over the war fields just beyond the pack river. The fields separate the river from the boundary on the east side, and everyone—including Jocelyn—is already out here.

Petrusia’s venom was just noise. Even Naila stirred in the back of my mind. 'That one’s all frost and no fire. Childish. Petty.' 'Agreed.' “Let her wait in her frozen castle,” I said aloud, finally smiling. Lotanni snickered. “See, this is why you’re second-in-command. That deadpan delivery? Flawless.” “Thanks,” I said. “I’ve had practice.” We all laughed, letting the tension break. Nyomei and Lotanni peeled off toward their shared quarters, waving behind them.