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The first official posters for all three films

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Aragorn, son of Arathorn.

Aragorn, son of Arathorn.

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My armor is tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws are spears, the shock of my tail is a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath…death!

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I’m sure he is beside himself with excitement.

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"Anyone else excited about San Diego Comic Con?"

Peter Jackson

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Return of the King - Hands

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thank you, peter jackson!

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Lord of the Rings Reread: The Houses Of Healing

"Éowyn Éomund’s daughter, awake! For your enemy has passed away!"

She did not stir, but now she began again to breathe deeply, so that her breast rose and fell beneath the white linen of the sheet. Once more Aragorn bruised two leaves of athelas and cast them into steaming water; and he laved her brow with it, and her right arm lying cold and nerveless on the coverlet.

Then, whether Aragorn had indeed some forgotten power of Westernesse, or whether it was but his words of the Lady Éowyn that wrought on them, as the sweet influence of the herb stole about the chamber it seemed to those who stood by that a keen wind blew through the window, and it bore no scent, but was an air wholly fresh and clean and young, as if it had not before been breathed by any living thing and came new-made from snowy mountains high beneath a dome of stars, or from shores of silver far away washed by seas of foam.

"Awake, Éowyn, Lady of Rohan!" said Aragorn again, and he took her right hand in his and felt it warm with life returning. "Awake! The shadow is gone and all darkness is washed clean!" Then he laid her hand in Éomer’s and stepped away. "Call her!" he said, and he passed silently from the chamber.

"Éowyn, Éowyn!" cried Éomer amid his tears. But she opened her eyes and said: "Éomer! What joy is this? For they said that you were slain. Nay, but that was only the dark voices in my dream. How long have I been dreaming?"

"Not long, my sister," said Éomer. "But think no more on it!"

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