- Gandalf: The veiling shadow that glowers in the East takes shape. Sauron will suffer no rival. From the summit of Barad-dur his eye watches ceaselessly. But he is not so mighty yet that he is above fear. Doubt ever gnaws at him. The rumor has reached him. The heir of Numenor still lives. Sauron fears you, Aragorn. He fears what you may become. And so he will strike hard and fast at the world of Men. He will use his puppet Saruman to destroy Rohan. War is coming. Rohan must defend itself, and therein lies our first challenge, for Rohan is weak and ready to fall. The King's mind is enslaved; it's an old device of Saruman's. His hold over King Theoden is now very strong. Sauron and Saruman are tightening the noose. But, for all their cunning, we have one advantage. The Ring remains hidden. And that we should seek to destroy it has not yet entered their darkest dreams. And so the weapon of the Enemy is moving towards Mordor in the hands of a Hobbit. Each day brings it closer to the fires of Mount Doom. We must trust now in Frodo. Everything depends now upon speed and upon the secrecy of his quest. Do not regret your decision to leave him. Frodo must finish this task alone.
- Aragorn: He's not alone. Sam went with him.
- Gandalf: Did he? Did he indeed? Good. Yes, very good
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![“Be passionate and be involved in what you believe in, and do it as thoroughly and honestly and fearlessly as you can.”
- Marie Colvin [12 January 1956 – 22 February 2012]
Marie Colvin was a badass, eyepatch-wearing American war journalist who survived more bullet-strewn battlefields in her 30-year career than even the most grizzled combat veterans history has ever produced. Catapulting from one war-torn hellhole of soul-sucking misery to another over a three-decade career evading bullets, air strikes and artillery shells, this fearless old-school newspaper correspondent survived killing fields from Tripoli to Chechnya, drank scotch with the world’s most notorious dictators, sat around campfires with ferocious rebel leaders, filed dispatches from brutally-underequipped refugee camps, survived gunfights without so much as ever carrying a firearm, and had a life so over-the-top that a newspaper story about her life was once titled “Highway to the Danger Zone”. Oh yeah, and as long as we’re on 1980s action movie references, she did it all while looking like a female version of Snake Plisskin from Escape from New York.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0wjd2HgKH1qiadpyo1_1280.jpg)
“Be passionate and be involved in what you believe in, and do it as thoroughly and honestly and fearlessly as you can.”
- Marie Colvin [12 January 1956 – 22 February 2012]
Marie Colvin was a badass, eyepatch-wearing American war journalist who survived more bullet-strewn battlefields in her 30-year career than even the most grizzled combat veterans history has ever produced. Catapulting from one war-torn hellhole of soul-sucking misery to another over a three-decade career evading bullets, air strikes and artillery shells, this fearless old-school newspaper correspondent survived killing fields from Tripoli to Chechnya, drank scotch with the world’s most notorious dictators, sat around campfires with ferocious rebel leaders, filed dispatches from brutally-underequipped refugee camps, survived gunfights without so much as ever carrying a firearm, and had a life so over-the-top that a newspaper story about her life was once titled “Highway to the Danger Zone”. Oh yeah, and as long as we’re on 1980s action movie references, she did it all while looking like a female version of Snake Plisskin from Escape from New York.
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