I like in the Fellowship of the Rings where they are standing outside the big ass door with the riddle “Speak friend and enter” thing.
And then they’re like, what’s friend in elvish and Legolas just stands there and says nothing.
Frodo: *looks at Gandalf*
Everyone else: *looks at Legolas*
Legolas: [internally] fuck you, in Eregion they spoke a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT kind of elvish, I grew up with like ten different dialects of silvan, this word is pronounced differently in every one of them, this sindarin and my sindarin probably wouldn’t even be a little bit compatible, who fucking knows the door might want it in Quenya, you know what it’s probably in Khuzdul, that’s the kind of language you’d want a password to be in, the one nobody knows, fuck they’re all looking at me I don’t know this there are dozens of different languages spoken by elves you stupid fucks
Legolas: [externally] silence
Gandalf: “…Mellon”
Everyone: *thinks Legolas is stupid*
This is officially one of my favorite tumblr posts.
All of the battles in Lord of the Rings are so funny. Everyone looks gross and oily. Visibly covered in dirt. Probably could be tested for new strands of bacteria. Then there’s Legolas. Hair perfect and silky. Clothes impeccable. He probably smells like flowers or honey. What an inspiration.
Aragorn: Covered in blood and dirt. Noticeably exhausted. Hair tangled and limp and in his face. Angry and battle weary. Desperately sword fighting, trying to gain any hold on the enemy.
Legolas: Fresh off of a spa day. Never weary. Every hair in it’s place, not a sign of blood or dirt anywhere. Casually grabs shield and surfs down stairs shooting arrows as his perfect platinum hair flows in the wind.
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