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My precious three hours

"Arrakis is beautiful when the sun is low"

Who is the artist?

What are those spikes?

And nothing unexpected ever happened 😊

where can I find the picture? nice soundtrack btw

Snarky a baddiiiee

Mam 50 lat a DIUNE w glowie od lat. Mało jest książkę, które taki wpływ wywarły na moje życie. BIBLIA,DIUNA,KODEKS DROGOWY! 😂Książki, które wzbogaciły moje życie.

Best part of the entire film trilogy IMO

love

This has been my all time favorite movie. I watched it when it first came out, and I was ~13 yo at the time. That movie inspired me so much, I am studying and will soon earn a degree in physics. You can probably imagine how thrilled I was when I saw this video (and the last one I watched called "Stay with Me"). Keep up the good work.

nothing , false , tone and half tone

This game is amazing!!!! But... how it will cost to pc, like, if it isso necesserily to have a rtx ou just a gtx

Gondor Ciudad de Reyes. En el principio estaba Eru, el Único que en Arda es llamado Ilúvatar y primero hizo a los Airnur, los Sagrados, que eran vástagos de sus pensamientos, y estuvieron con él antes que se hiciera alguna otra cosa.

Masterful work. Thank you.

Lato 98- zdana matura,szalone imprezy z znajomymi do rana a po obiedzie DIUNA i wszystkie części aż do ,,heretyków,, Miles Teg rule!😂 Eh co za świat, co za legenda autora,co za przeżycie! Herbert literat hooligans rules!😂 Drugim kolosem fantasy był wtedy SAPKOWSKI,STUGACCY ... A na deser BEKSIŃSKI!

Lovethe musik❤

Truth on history of us.this will ne great musik! To show horrable hardships of us germens fighting winter challenges together as a people. Impartial truth.voice of reason!

That art is so good!

what language is the first minute?

I think ballhogavic could use some friends.

Pure

Divine✨✨✨✨❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🤲

Thanks, is the perfect ambient music for my reading.

More of these Lord Of The Rings ambient videos. The artwork is amazing and captivating! Love to see Nazgúl and The Witch King get a video at somepoint. You are a hidden gem on RUclips! Have a great week ahead.

Wow!

His house was a perfect house...

Now here I sleep where darkness sways, On gold and ruin, unafraid. The beast is gone, the war is done- But tell me, was I the dragon all along?

Excellent!!! These LOTR adventures are top notch.

The fucking ads ruin this otherwise lovely experience

Visuals are nice on this one, and as always, love the flow - perfect for deep concentration!

Do music about Mistborn by Brandon Sanderaon, Please!

"The Balrog reached the bridge. Gandalf stood in the middle of the span, leaning on the staff in his left hand, but in his other hand Glamdring gleamed, cold and white. His enemy halted again, facing him, and the shadow about it reached out like two vast wings. It raised the whip, and the thongs whined and cracked. Fire came from its nostrils. But Gandalf stood firm. 'You cannot pass,' he said. The orcs stood still, and a dead silence fell. 'I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn.Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass.' The Balrog made no answer. The fire in it seemed to die, but the darkness grew. It stepped forward slowly on to the bridge, and suddenly it drew itself up to a great height, and its wings were spread from wall to wall; but still Gandalf could be seen, glimmering in the gloom; he seemed small, and altogether alone: grey and bent, like a wizened tree before the onset of a storm."

This might be a more accurate depiction of the Balrog than what we see in the LoTR films. Not as a smoky, towering gargoyle, but as a literal flaming shadow.

Tolkien, spends decades creating languages and a fictional world with the most in depth lore which was philosophically sound, decides to finally write a book, followed by a trilogy. Just amazing.

God I love Lord of the Rings. How sad Rings of Power is shitting on its legacy.

Great statues hail axis power with gesture and allied dominion with proximity. Isn't it great to be alive.

like tolkien was getting a $20 vietnamese foot massage

GANDALF! ❤

Love the music but, having a static image on your TV for three hours is not a good idea. So can't really use this, and many more on RUclips just like it.

sin doesn't exist next :)

Nah you're a Legend!

The book is backwards

At least a dozen of people already asked for the picture you used in your video. You can still play video in 4k in Chrome browser, then double click with mouse right button (yeah it works) then choose save video image. But If you know the author, if it is AI generated, or more info about it, it would be nice.

vi en tu descripcion del canal que eres de Argentina. Da gusto siempre encontrar talento latino

I would go over Sundays with my husband and watch GOT with my parents and brother. They had a big Siberian white wolf of their own named Tala. She looked so much like Ghost but with blue eyes. I miss those days so much. My Dad passed in 2022, and Tala passed in 2023. I wish I could go back to those times. Beautiful memories I’ll cherish forever. This music brings me so much comfort 🩶🩵🩶

I wrote a brief short story based on the concept art in the video. The white wizard gazes over Valinor at last. The sun is just over the horizon, and a long, crisp night waits for the dawn-the first glimpse of Valinor. Why would anyone stay up to see a city they’re meant to inhabit for eternity? The hope of seeing Valinor is enough to fill a man with joy unspeakable. It’s the unstoppable city. Little does the wizard know, he's about to be sent back out to establish Valinor in the dead lands. He arrives at the dock and steps onto the golden planks. No dents. Sturdy gold. He looks around and laughs. He’s free-from the pain of war, hunger, and turmoil. Only the pure of heart can be here. There’s an unusual calm, the stillness of hearts fully at rest. No one hiding behind closed doors, no secrets. Just peace. Everyone is connected by invisible strands. If you look closely enough, you can see how they’re all webbed together in perfect harmony. In this place, no one is unseen; everyone’s deepest motives are laid bare. No secrets. Everyone is completely intimate and trustworthy. How the wizard longs to be part of this. It took a long journey to purify himself enough to bear all, and he’s finally made it. It’s said that only the pure could complete the journey-or that the journey would purify them. The original translation is unclear. He gazes up, smiling. The path before him is complete. All that’s left is the golden ticket-his citizenship. All who make it to the dock are accepted. He walks toward the immigration desk, greeted by a warm smile. “I would like one passport,” he says. “No passports,” the man replies. “Only citizenship is allowed here. No immigrants, no passersby-only expats.” “Here you are,” the man says, handing him a document. “What is your name?” “Dorshmire Ironside.” “Well, good to have you! We’ve been waiting for you.” Dorshmire’s brow furrows. “What do you mean?” “We watch all who seek to come here.” Dorshmire stiffens. “Isn’t that odd?” he thinks. “I don’t like the idea of them watching me on my journey. I’m not a show.” The man stamps the citizenship and hands it over. “Welcome, brother.” Dorshmire pauses. It’s finally happened. He takes the document and walks on. Ahead of him, the archway to the city beckons. It’s so beautiful, he stops to stare. Minutes pass. An hour. Two hours. The sun rises higher, and Dorshmire stands like a sundial, mesmerized by the shifting light. The gems in the archway catch the sun, reflecting it in dazzling patterns as if the light itself is alive. The entire city is like a sundial. Here, the sun doesn’t rise and set in a traditional way. It moves in a circle-rising in the north, setting in the east, rising again in the west, and setting once more in the east. A perpetual dance of dawn and dusk. When the sun is at its highest, the sky glows blue, then drifts into purple, orange, and red before fading into darkness. The stars aren’t all white but come in many colors, like a festival tree back home. It’s breathtaking. Dorshmire set out on a life of purity, and it has paid off. He left home as a young man, embarked on countless adventures, and now, in his ripe age, he is finally at peace. A man in the finest robes walks out of the archway toward him. He is blonde, with a beard and hair that falls to his shoulders. He smiles warmly as he approaches. “I am Catidel. This is my palace,” the man says, hugging Dorshmire. “Who is this?” Dorshmire wonders, unsure whether to embrace him in return. “You’re the king!” Dorshmire exclaims, dropping to one knee. Catidel laughs heartily. “We don’t do that here. We’re all equal in the eyes of the palace.” Dorshmire is confused. “What could he mean by that?” “We’re all kings,” Catidel continues, his tone knowing. “Everyone’s a king?” Dorshmire asks. “If everyone is a king, then how does anyone lead?” Catidel smiles knowingly. “You’ve got a purified heart, but your mind still needs wisdom. In a city of pure hearts, all common knowledge is rubble. Follow me.” Catidel gestures for Dorshmire to follow him into the city. With anticipation building, Dorshmire steps over the threshold. He’s finally here-this is the life he’s dreamed of. Peace. As they walk, Dorshmire is greeted at every turn. Handshakes, hugs, congratulations-each new face offering love and warmth. It’s overwhelming. Catidel laughs, pulling him along. “Come on, we’ll have time for that later. We’re off to the palace!” Dorshmire smiles through the throng, feeling a love he’s never known. After a few minutes of struggling through the crowd, they reach the palace doors. A single drum beats, and the crowd falls silent. Dorshmire looks around, sensing something big is about to happen. Catidel turns, faces Dorshmire, and smiles. “You’re about to find out why you’re a king too.” “Me? A king?” Dorshmire asks, astonished. “Look around,” Catidel says. “We’re all kings.” With a gesture, Catidel raises his arms, and the crowd erupts into cheers, shouting, “Long live the kings! Long live the kings!” Catidel pulls open the palace doors with a dramatic creak. “Come in, and I’ll explain everything.” Dorshmire steps inside. Instantly, the doors slam shut behind him. It’s pitch dark, save for a few flickering torches where they stand. “What am I doing here?” Dorshmire asks. “You’re finding your authority,” Catidel replies. “What?” “All the authority of a king is shared among us, the thousands of residents. Now, it’s time to split it one more time.” “Authority? You mean all of it? What do you mean?” “Anything that would allow someone to impose their will on another,” Catidel says. “Oh, you mean all of it.” Dorshmire begins to understand. “So, some have authority over construction, and others over fishing?” “Yes, some have greater authority, others lesser. It’s based on dedication to their path and their gifts.” “Wow,” Dorshmire murmurs. “So, what are you in charge of?” “Touring. The king of touring!” Catidel laughs. “Not very grand, but it’s my role. Now it’s time to find out what yours is.” Catidel’s face grows serious. “Come.”