Do I frighten you so much, girl?
Oh, misty eye of the mountain below
Keep careful watch of my brothers’ souls
And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke
Keep watching over Durin’s sons
No no no, no crying on this blog
Unless it’s BATTLE CRYING
Sorry, can’t help you here. The problem is – it’s almost 30 000 words long and I don’t know anyone who’d be up for such a pile of work.
And the most obvious one - I mean, the NAMES from Gylfaginning for starters)
Well, I was just sitting here, about to combust from all the OTP-feels and there was some mixtape of 80s rock’n’roll playing, then it switched to Lana Del Rey’s Pepsi-Cola with those ‘come on baby, let’s ride, we can escape to the great sunshine’ lines and I was like OHSHIT THAT’S IT THAT’S THEM O____O
After several hours of Lana singing on repeat, here we are)
tbh ‘Off to the races’ gave me some SansaxPetyr feels but that’s another story
Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life
Sansa and Sandor in The Phantom of the Opera