~ TOLERANCE ~

Straight from birth, Gimli had always grown with the usual hard head of the Dwarvin People.

And with that, came the bluntness and the natural stubbornness. Dwarvesincluding the more sensible onesrarely bothered gaining any knowledge outside of the art of mining or goldsmith labor.

Nonetheless, Gimli made himself an exception. The glorious Lady Galadriel had helped him to let go of the resentment he harbored, especially towards the Elves.

Truly without a doubt, each time Légolas was willing to spare one of his arrows to save him from injury, it had amazed Gimli to learn how far patience could carry him, if he'd really let it.

Then whatever luck you live by...let's hope it lasts the night.


~ LOVE ~

Arwen believed in the power of peace. Her greatest weapon against the spreading doubtfulness had been her love.

And her love ran deep within her, like an eternal watery spring.

She used her love for Rivendell to smooth out the rippling creases of her father's worry during Sauron's last stand.

She offered a more healthy portion of her love to Estel, even when hesitation began to cloud his confidences.

Arwen, even as Queen of Gondor, became best known for the amount of love she held; and she had so much of it to pour out that it had caused those around her to feel somewhat undeserving of it at times.

Her love for the opportunities the future held was what made her stronger. It refused to bend under talk of death and anguish.

Yes, their world occasionally revealed its dark corners. But her love gave her the light to show the way.

And yet my heart rejoices.


~ CHARITY ~

Lord Elrond possessed the gift of Foresight.

He had once been a witness to many, many things. To the good things and to the dark, wicked things too.

And yes, his visions would plant a seed of added caution within his mind every now and then. Though that hardly stopped him from trying to open up his heart, as well as offer his home to weary strangers who requested shelter and comfort from their travels.

The grand Wheel of Fortune, was overall, kind to him because he was overall kind to others.

He knew the past must lie in the past. There'd certainly be a new dawn in the morning.

May the stars shine upon your faces!


~ COURAGE ~

Samwise the Brave was the very definition of perfection—even though Fate knew he would never admit this to himself.

He was an extravagant tree of life, with a soul as green and rich as the earth he tended to. He saw beauty in the littlest things and was full of consideration in each hardship he faced.

Samwise would sacrifice his own happiness if it meant he was able to fix the broken hearts surrounding him. He was so unconditionally pure in then mind even though the Shirefolk were regularly basic simple thinkers.

And for being perfection without ever flaunting it, he really was the bravest of them all.

There's still good in this world...


~ WISDOM ~

Gandalf knew many things and many others knew of him.

He was up in his years, grey haired, and his flesh was paler and timeworn from stress...plus, sometimes his muscles would stiffen against his will and he would need assistance when walking, but his clear blue eyes seemed to hold the entire world.

His skillful tongue spoke of past ages and all of Middle Earth had to offer the younger and greener minds around him, and yet, he'd never stoop to anyone's ignorance. He did not tolerate an icy attitude or any emotional inflexibility.

The wizard always knew what to say, seemingly with little effort.

He knew how to make his company listen with their hearts as well as their ears.

His insight on these things had granted him the truest power he possessed.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.


~ CREATIVITY ~

Coming from an olden clan like his, Légolas was naturally graceful in all that he did. And with years of practice he could shoot two, perhaps three arrows at a time if he wanted to.

To him, a fight was merely a fight. Back-step, parry, strike, a kick, a pull of the bow's string, all in a series of swift and measured gestures. He did these things out of a sense of duty. Although to a bystander (rather unfamiliar with the ways of his people) his actions almost looked like a dance. His body held a clear history of good agility, melody, and culture.

What about side by side with a friend?


~ FREEDOM ~

The Black hills in the distant grew darker by the day. Cities were falling to corruption. Villages were turning to ash, families to dust.

The Age of Sauron was climbing higher upon their tired backs.

Fairly soon, there would be no Middle Earth to fight for. There would be no more light in the land to salvage. Though Aragorn believed in not in the meaning of surrender.

Within himself, he found one more King to rise against the Shadow.

Even with their biting swords, their spilt blood and their last tears of sorrow, they would be free.

There is still hope.


~ TRUTH ~

Faramir once had this long-living costum of walking in his elder brother's shadow. Even back when they were young lads, Boromir had been the firstborn, his mentor, his hero, his golden idle.

But...when he met two strange Hobbits out on their perilous Quest, the truth of Boromir's death had finally shook the ground under his feet, and it ripped Faramir from his fantasies of filling Boromir's place in life.

Learning new details of their story that night, Faramir realized he could not bring his father the Ring—for it was up to him to honestly achieve wherein his brother apparently had failed.

As Captain, henceforth, Faramir of Gondor used truth as his guiding hand until his last breath.

I would not snare even an Orc with a falsehood.