Today in Middle-Earth: Escape across the Ford of Bruinen: Elrond and Gandalf release the flood and the Nazgul are swept away; Frodo is brought to Rivendell (October 20th, 3018 T.A.)
‘Ride on! Ride on!’ cried Glorfindel, and then loud and clear he called to the horse in the elf-tongue: noro lim, noro lim, Asfaloth!
At once the white horse sprang away and sped like the wind along the last lap of the Road. At the same moment the black horses leaped down the hill in pursuit, and from the Riders came a terrible cry, such as Frodo had heard filling the woods with horror in the Eastfarthing far away. It was answered; and to the dismay of Frodo and his friends out from the trees and rocks away on the left four other Riders came flying. Two rode towards Frodo; two galloped madly towards the Ford to cut off his escape. They seemed to him to run like the wind and to grow swiftly larger and darker, as their courses converged with his.
i dont think anyone is more serious about urban legends than theatre kids i mean once a kid had to go home from rehearsal bc he said the name of the scottish play onstage and someone punched him in the face
of course i didnt what kind of fool do you take me for
Imagine if Breaking Bad was set in Canada or the UK or Australia. Walt discovers he has lung cancer, is promptly treated at no cost and discharged with no financial burden apart from $20 in subsidised prescriptions. The end.
hmm. it’s almost as if Breaking Bad might have been trying to say something. Who knows, though