Camp Half-Blood

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"It’s like in the great stories, Mister Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy. How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened. But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mister Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. Because they were holding on to something."

"What are we holding on to, Sam?"

"That there’s some good in this world, Mister Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.”

(via mihtrandir)

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You told me once that you weren’t a hero. There were times where I didn’t think you were human, but let me tell you this. You were the best man, the most human… Human being that you told me a lie. I was so alone and I owe you so much. Please, there’s just one more thing. One more miracle. Sherlock, for me. DON’T BE DEAD. Would you do that? Just for me. Just stop it.

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