Anonymous
6/19/2025, 4:27:09 AM No.211664341
Grondbros...
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Thread 211664341 - /tv/ [Archived: 1226 hours ago]
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 4:52:24 AM No.211665374
GROND! GROND! GROND! GROND! GROND! GROND!
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Anonymous
6/19/2025, 4:54:33 AM No.211665466
GROND!
GROND!
GROND!
GROND!
GROND!
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Anonymous
6/19/2025, 4:57:16 AM No.211665565
>>211665466
there's a reddit bot named Grond who will respond "GROND!" if you mention his name, and redditards will say "good bot" when he does. He's the only redditor I like.
Also OP's pic is actually a fan because it's too specific a detail in something that he supposedly watch 2 and a half movies for. He's just being cunty for the updoots
there's a reddit bot named Grond who will respond "GROND!" if you mention his name, and redditards will say "good bot" when he does. He's the only redditor I like.
Also OP's pic is actually a fan because it's too specific a detail in something that he supposedly watch 2 and a half movies for. He's just being cunty for the updoots
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Anonymous
6/19/2025, 4:57:59 AM No.211665594
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 5:00:08 AM No.211665669
Why didn't Sauron just make hundreds of Gronds?
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 5:00:11 AM No.211665671
I've a confession, I thought Grond was a boar for the longest time.
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 5:31:33 AM No.211667049
I don't watch films with other people.
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 5:41:51 AM No.211667527
>>211665790
Why didn't they just melt the ring in Grond?
Why didn't they just melt the ring in Grond?
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 5:48:43 AM No.211667905
The Grond scene in the movie is one of the worst adapted parts of the book. The original is kino beyond measure.
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Anonymous
6/19/2025, 5:50:19 AM No.211667990
>>211664341 (OP)
I'm so fucking Grondpilled right now it's not even funny. Just rewatched the Lord of Gro-...Rings trilogy again and AGAIN all I have in my head for the entire day is "GROND! GROND! GROND!" And the worst thing is that I'll never get to chant GROND! with thousands of my buds as a massive phallic symbol of Dionysian power is about to cause some ruckus and break the metaphorical cervix of Eru's stagnant status-quo. Grond is more than just a battering ram or siege engine. It's not even about Morgoth's hammer in a religious sense. It's an idea. A concept. Of unbridled force of the indomitable duty and unity encompassing all class and racial divides in a fatalistic act of sacrifice for sacrifice's sake to purify your ego and achieve higher state of being. Grond (PBUH) is an initiative experience, its symbolism can be likened to Graal in Hermetic tradition. Simply put, GROND fucking slaps. His sheer presence on the battlefield ramps up your chances of victory each time you bellow "GROND" with your mates and transcend the telluric realm. Leave your zesty treehugging to elves. GROND is the real fucking deaL.
I'm so fucking Grondpilled right now it's not even funny. Just rewatched the Lord of Gro-...Rings trilogy again and AGAIN all I have in my head for the entire day is "GROND! GROND! GROND!" And the worst thing is that I'll never get to chant GROND! with thousands of my buds as a massive phallic symbol of Dionysian power is about to cause some ruckus and break the metaphorical cervix of Eru's stagnant status-quo. Grond is more than just a battering ram or siege engine. It's not even about Morgoth's hammer in a religious sense. It's an idea. A concept. Of unbridled force of the indomitable duty and unity encompassing all class and racial divides in a fatalistic act of sacrifice for sacrifice's sake to purify your ego and achieve higher state of being. Grond (PBUH) is an initiative experience, its symbolism can be likened to Graal in Hermetic tradition. Simply put, GROND fucking slaps. His sheer presence on the battlefield ramps up your chances of victory each time you bellow "GROND" with your mates and transcend the telluric realm. Leave your zesty treehugging to elves. GROND is the real fucking deaL.
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 5:55:42 AM No.211668218
KATMUDA
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 6:16:55 AM No.211669117
>>211667985
The drums rolled louder. Fires leaped up. Great engines crawled across the field; and in the midst was a huge ram, great as a forest-tree a hundred feet in length, swinging on mighty chains. Long had it been forging in the dark smithies of Mordor, and its hideous head, founded of black steel, was shaped in the likeness of a ravening wolf; on it spells of ruin lay. Grond they named it, in memory of the Hammer of the Underworld of old. Great beasts drew it, orcs surrounded it, and behind walked mountain-trolls to wield it.
But about the Gate resistance still was stout, and there the knights of Dol Amroth and the hardiest of the garrison stood at bay. Shot and dart fell thick; siege-towers crashed or blazed suddenly like torches. All before the walls on either side of the Gate the ground was choked with wreck and with bodies of the slain; yet still driven as by a madness more and more came up.
Grond crawled on. Upon its housing no fire would catch; and though now and again some great beast that hauled it would go mad and spread stamping ruin among the orcs innumerable that guarded it, their bodies were cast aside from its path and others took their place.
Grond crawled on. The drums rolled wildly. Over the hills of slain a hideous shape appeared: a horseman, tall, hooded, cloaked in black. Slowly, trampling the fallen, he rode forth, heeding no longer any dart. He halted and held up a long pale sword. And as he did so a great fear fell on all, defender and foe alike; and the hands of men drooped to their sides, and no bow sang. For a moment all was still.
The drums rolled and rattled. With a vast rush Grond was hurled forward by huge hands. It reached the Gate. It swung. A deep boom rumbled through the City like thunder running in the clouds. But the doors of iron and posts of steel withstood the stroke.
The drums rolled louder. Fires leaped up. Great engines crawled across the field; and in the midst was a huge ram, great as a forest-tree a hundred feet in length, swinging on mighty chains. Long had it been forging in the dark smithies of Mordor, and its hideous head, founded of black steel, was shaped in the likeness of a ravening wolf; on it spells of ruin lay. Grond they named it, in memory of the Hammer of the Underworld of old. Great beasts drew it, orcs surrounded it, and behind walked mountain-trolls to wield it.
But about the Gate resistance still was stout, and there the knights of Dol Amroth and the hardiest of the garrison stood at bay. Shot and dart fell thick; siege-towers crashed or blazed suddenly like torches. All before the walls on either side of the Gate the ground was choked with wreck and with bodies of the slain; yet still driven as by a madness more and more came up.
Grond crawled on. Upon its housing no fire would catch; and though now and again some great beast that hauled it would go mad and spread stamping ruin among the orcs innumerable that guarded it, their bodies were cast aside from its path and others took their place.
Grond crawled on. The drums rolled wildly. Over the hills of slain a hideous shape appeared: a horseman, tall, hooded, cloaked in black. Slowly, trampling the fallen, he rode forth, heeding no longer any dart. He halted and held up a long pale sword. And as he did so a great fear fell on all, defender and foe alike; and the hands of men drooped to their sides, and no bow sang. For a moment all was still.
The drums rolled and rattled. With a vast rush Grond was hurled forward by huge hands. It reached the Gate. It swung. A deep boom rumbled through the City like thunder running in the clouds. But the doors of iron and posts of steel withstood the stroke.
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Anonymous
6/19/2025, 6:17:56 AM No.211669159
>>211669117
Then the Black Captain rose in his stirrups and cried aloud in a dreadful voice, speaking in some forgotten tongue words of power and terror to rend both heart and stone.
Thrice he cried. Thrice the great ram boomed. And suddenly upon the last stroke the Gate of Gondor broke. As if stricken by some blasting spell it burst asunder: there was a flash of searing lightning, and the doors tumbled in riven fragments to the ground.
In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under thearchway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.
All save one. There waiting, silent and still in the space before the Gate, sat Gandalf upon Shadowfax: Shadowfax who alone among the free horses of the earth endured the terror, unmoving, steadfast as a graven image in Rath Dínen.
‘You cannot enter here,’ said Gandalf, and the huge shadow halted. ‘Go back to the abyss prepared for you! Go back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master. Go!’
The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kingly crown; and yet upon no head visible was it set. The red fires shone between it and the mantled shoulders vast and dark. From a mouth unseen there came a deadly laughter.
‘Old fool!’ he said. ‘Old fool! This is my hour. Do you not know Death when you see it? Die now and curse in vain!’ And with that he lifted high his sword and flames ran down the blade.
Then the Black Captain rose in his stirrups and cried aloud in a dreadful voice, speaking in some forgotten tongue words of power and terror to rend both heart and stone.
Thrice he cried. Thrice the great ram boomed. And suddenly upon the last stroke the Gate of Gondor broke. As if stricken by some blasting spell it burst asunder: there was a flash of searing lightning, and the doors tumbled in riven fragments to the ground.
In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under thearchway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.
All save one. There waiting, silent and still in the space before the Gate, sat Gandalf upon Shadowfax: Shadowfax who alone among the free horses of the earth endured the terror, unmoving, steadfast as a graven image in Rath Dínen.
‘You cannot enter here,’ said Gandalf, and the huge shadow halted. ‘Go back to the abyss prepared for you! Go back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master. Go!’
The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kingly crown; and yet upon no head visible was it set. The red fires shone between it and the mantled shoulders vast and dark. From a mouth unseen there came a deadly laughter.
‘Old fool!’ he said. ‘Old fool! This is my hour. Do you not know Death when you see it? Die now and curse in vain!’ And with that he lifted high his sword and flames ran down the blade.
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Anonymous
6/19/2025, 6:19:01 AM No.211669200
>>211669159
Gandalf did not move. And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn.
And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluin’s sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last.
Gandalf did not move. And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn.
And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluin’s sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last.
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Anonymous
6/19/2025, 6:19:03 AM No.211669203
>>211665565
I too enjoy reddit.com
I too enjoy reddit.com
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 6:20:10 AM No.211669251
>>211669200
Now silently the host of Rohan moved forward into the field of Gondor, pouring in slowly but steadily, like the rising tide through breaches in a dike that men have thought secure. But the mind and will of the Black Captain were bent wholly on the falling city, and as yet no tidings came to him warning that his designs held any flaw.
After a while the king led his men away somewhat eastward, to come between the fires of the siege and the outer fields. Still they were unchallenged, and still Théoden gave no signal. At last he halted once again. The City was now nearer. A smell of burning was in the air and a very shadow of death. The horses were uneasy. But the king sat upon Snowmane, motionless, gazing upon the agony of Minas Tirith, as if stricken suddenly by anguish, or by dread. He seemed to shrink down, cowed by age. Merry himself felt as if a great weight of horror and doubt had settled on him. His heart beat slowly. Time seemed poised in uncertainty. They were too late! Too late was worse than never! Perhaps Théoden would quail, bow his old head, turn, slink away to hide in the hills.
Then suddenly Merry felt it at last, beyond doubt: a change. Wind was in his face! Light was glimmering. Far, far away, in the South the clouds could be dimly seen as remote grey shapes, rolling up, drifting: morning lay beyond them.
But at that same moment there was a flash, as if lightning had sprung from the earth beneath the City. For a searing second it stood dazzling far off in black and white, its topmost tower like a glittering needle; and then as the darkness closed again there came rolling over the fields a great boom.
Now silently the host of Rohan moved forward into the field of Gondor, pouring in slowly but steadily, like the rising tide through breaches in a dike that men have thought secure. But the mind and will of the Black Captain were bent wholly on the falling city, and as yet no tidings came to him warning that his designs held any flaw.
After a while the king led his men away somewhat eastward, to come between the fires of the siege and the outer fields. Still they were unchallenged, and still Théoden gave no signal. At last he halted once again. The City was now nearer. A smell of burning was in the air and a very shadow of death. The horses were uneasy. But the king sat upon Snowmane, motionless, gazing upon the agony of Minas Tirith, as if stricken suddenly by anguish, or by dread. He seemed to shrink down, cowed by age. Merry himself felt as if a great weight of horror and doubt had settled on him. His heart beat slowly. Time seemed poised in uncertainty. They were too late! Too late was worse than never! Perhaps Théoden would quail, bow his old head, turn, slink away to hide in the hills.
Then suddenly Merry felt it at last, beyond doubt: a change. Wind was in his face! Light was glimmering. Far, far away, in the South the clouds could be dimly seen as remote grey shapes, rolling up, drifting: morning lay beyond them.
But at that same moment there was a flash, as if lightning had sprung from the earth beneath the City. For a searing second it stood dazzling far off in black and white, its topmost tower like a glittering needle; and then as the darkness closed again there came rolling over the fields a great boom.
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Anonymous
6/19/2025, 6:21:13 AM No.211669299
>>211669251
At that sound the bent shape of the king sprang suddenly erect. Tall and proud he seemed again; and rising in his stirrups he cried in a loud voice, more clear than any there had ever heard a mortal man achieve before:
Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!
Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!
spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,
a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!
With that he seized a great horn from Guthláf his banner-bearer, and he blew such a blast upon it that it burst asunder. And straightway all the horns in the host were lifted up in music, and the blowing of the horns of Rohan in that hour was like a storm upon the plain and a thunder in the mountains.
Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!
Suddenly the king cried to Snowmane and the horse sprang away. Behind him his banner blew in the wind, white horse upon a field of green, but he outpaced it. After him thundered the knights of his house, but he was ever before them. Éomer rode there, the white horsetail on his helm floating in his speed, and the front of the first éored roared like a breaker foaming to the shore, but Théoden could not be overtaken. Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. His golden shield was uncovered, and lo! it shone like an image of the Sun, and the grass flamed into green about the white feet of his steed. For morning came, morning and a wind from the sea; and darkness was removed, and the hosts of Mordor wailed, and terror took them, and they fled, and died, and the hoofs of wrath rode over them. And then all the host of Rohan burst into song, and they sang as they slew, for the joy of battle was on them, and the sound of their singing that was fair and terrible came even to the City.
At that sound the bent shape of the king sprang suddenly erect. Tall and proud he seemed again; and rising in his stirrups he cried in a loud voice, more clear than any there had ever heard a mortal man achieve before:
Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!
Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!
spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,
a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!
With that he seized a great horn from Guthláf his banner-bearer, and he blew such a blast upon it that it burst asunder. And straightway all the horns in the host were lifted up in music, and the blowing of the horns of Rohan in that hour was like a storm upon the plain and a thunder in the mountains.
Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!
Suddenly the king cried to Snowmane and the horse sprang away. Behind him his banner blew in the wind, white horse upon a field of green, but he outpaced it. After him thundered the knights of his house, but he was ever before them. Éomer rode there, the white horsetail on his helm floating in his speed, and the front of the first éored roared like a breaker foaming to the shore, but Théoden could not be overtaken. Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. His golden shield was uncovered, and lo! it shone like an image of the Sun, and the grass flamed into green about the white feet of his steed. For morning came, morning and a wind from the sea; and darkness was removed, and the hosts of Mordor wailed, and terror took them, and they fled, and died, and the hoofs of wrath rode over them. And then all the host of Rohan burst into song, and they sang as they slew, for the joy of battle was on them, and the sound of their singing that was fair and terrible came even to the City.
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 6:23:12 AM No.211669373
>>211664341 (OP)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zyUWqj1K60
talking SHIT about my man Grond
>>211665374
>>211665466
>>211669162
this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zyUWqj1K60
talking SHIT about my man Grond
>>211665374
>>211665466
>>211669162
this
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 6:24:18 AM No.211669421
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 6:32:13 AM No.211669747
>>211664341 (OP)
Well the trebuchets are pretty awesome, like how they use the rubble as missiles since Denethor forgot to stock up on regular rounded stones.
Well the trebuchets are pretty awesome, like how they use the rubble as missiles since Denethor forgot to stock up on regular rounded stones.
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 6:35:15 AM No.211669867
kinographical
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcTQ_Z8mRjA
>getting the sounds from a bunch of drunk riled up cricket loving kiwis and britishers for the authenticity of a ravenous orc horde
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bmg8JVCJAUM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcTQ_Z8mRjA
>getting the sounds from a bunch of drunk riled up cricket loving kiwis and britishers for the authenticity of a ravenous orc horde
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bmg8JVCJAUM
Anonymouse
6/19/2025, 6:37:41 AM No.211669951
>>211664341 (OP)
Why does his paws look anuses?
Why does his paws look anuses?
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 6:44:52 AM No.211670231
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 6:46:11 AM No.211670281
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 6:46:48 AM No.211670313
story time was fucking dank today
Anonymous
6/19/2025, 8:25:42 AM No.211673757
insert disc 2 lol