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Today in Middle-earth.


March 14, 3019 (S.R. 1419)
1. Samwise finds Frodo in the Tower.
(from the appendices)
..."At last, weary and feeling finally defeated, he sat on a step below the level of the passage-floor and bowed his head into his hands. It was quiet, horribly quiet. The torch, that was already burning low when he arrived, sputtered and went out; and he felt the darkness cover him like a tide. And then softly, to his own surprise, there at the vain end of his long journey and his grief, moved by what thought in his heart he could not tell, Sam began to sing.
...His voice sounded thin and quavering in the cold dark tower: the voice of a forlorn and weary hobbit that no listening orc could possibly mistake for the clear song of an Elven-lord. He murmured old childish tunes out of the Shire, and snatches of Mr. Bilbo's rhymes that came into his mind like fleeting glimpses of the country of his home. And suddenly new strength rose in him, and his voice rang out, while words of his own came unbidden to fit the simple tune.

'In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there may be 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars like jewels white
amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep
above all shadows rides the Sun
and stars forever dwell:
I will not say the day is done,
nor bid the stars farewell.'



...'Beyond all towers strong and high,' he began again, and then he stopped short. He thought that he had heard a faint voice answering him. But now he could hear nothing. Yes, he could hear something, but not a voice. Footsteps were approaching. Now a door was being opened quietly in the passage above; the hinges creaked. Sam crouched down listening. The door closed with a dull thud; and then a snarling orc-voice rang out.
...'Ho la! You up there, you dunghill rat! Stop your squeaking, or I'll come and deal with you. D'you hear?'
...There was no answer.
...'All right,' growled Snaga. 'But I'll come and have a look at you all the same, and see what you're up to.'
...The hinges creaked again, and Sam, now peering over the corner of the passage-threshold, saw a flicker of light in an open doorway, and the dim shape of an orc coming out. He seemed to be carrying a ladder. Suddenly the answer dawned on Sam: the topmost chamber was reached by a trap-door in the roof of the passage...

...'You lie quiet, or you'll pay for it! You've not got long to live in peace, I guess; but if you don't want the fun to begin right now, keep your trap shut, see? There's a reminder for you!' There was a sound like the crack of a whip.
...At that, rage blazed in Sam's heart to a sudden fury. He sprang up, ran, and went up the ladder like a cat. His head came out in the middle of the floor of a large round chamber. A red lamp hung from its roof; the westward window-slit was high and dark. Something was lying on the floor by the wall under the window, but over it a black orc-shape was straddled. It raised a whip a second time, but the blow never fell. With a cry Sam leapt across the floor, Sting in his hand. The orc wheeled round, but before it could make a move Sam slashed its whip-hand from its arm... ...The orc in its wild haste had tripped on the ladder-head and fallen through the open trap-door. Sam gave no more thought to it. He ran to the figure huddled on the floor. It was Frodo. He was naked, lying as if in a swoon on a heap of filthy rags: his arm was flung up, shielding his head, and across his side there ran an ugly whip-weal.
...'Frodo! Mr. Frodo, my dear!' cried Sam, tears almost blinding him. 'It's Sam, I've come!' He half lifted his master and hugged him to his breast. Frodo opened his eyes.
...'Am I still dreaming?' he muttered. 'But the other dreams were horrible.'
...'You're not dreaming at all, Master,' said Sam. 'It's real. It's me. I've come.'
...'I can hardly believe it,' said Frodo, clutching him. 'There was an orc with a whip, and then it turns into Sam! Then I wasn't dreaming after all when I heard that singing down below, and I tried to answer? Was it you?'
...'It was indeed, Mr. Frodo. I'd given up hope, almost. I couldn't find you.'
...'Well, you have now, Sam, dear Sam,' said Frodo, and he lay back in Sam's gentle arms, closing his eyes, like a child at rest when night-fears are driven away by some loved voice or hand. Sam felt that he could sit like that in endless happiness..."

2. Minas Tirith is besieged.
(from the appendices)
..."No hours so dark had Pippin known, not even in the clutches of the Uruk-hai. It was his duty to wait upon the Lord, and wait he did... ...mastering his own fears as best he could... '...Do not weep, lord,' he stammered. 'Perhaps Faramir will get well. Have you asked Gandalf?'
...'Comfort me not with wizards!' said Denethor. 'The fool's hope has failed...' ...Men came to the door crying for the Lord of the City. 'Nay, I will not come down,' he said. 'I must stay beside my son. He might still speak before the end. But that is near. Follow whom you will, even the Grey Fool, though his hope has failed. Here I stay.'
......So it was that Gandalf took command of the last defence of the City of Gondor. Wherever he came men's hearts would lift again, and the winged shadows pass from memory. Tirelessly he strode from Citadel to Gate, from north to south about the wall; and with him went the Prince of Dol Amroth in his shining mail... ...Fires now raged unchecked in the first circle of the City, and the garrison upon the outer wall was already in many places cut off from retreat. But the faithful who remained there at their posts were few; most had fled beyond the second gate."

3. The Rohirrim led by the Wild Men come to the Grey Wood.
(from the appendices)
..."Presently Ghân turned to the king. 'Wild Men say many things,' he said. 'First, be wary! Still many men in camp beyond Din, an hour's walk yonder,' he waved his arm west towards the black beacon. 'But none to see between here and the Stone-folk's new walls. Many busy there. Walls stand up no longer: gorgún knock them down with earth-thunder and with clubs of black iron. They are unwary and do not look about them. They think their friends watch all roads!' At that old Ghân made a curious gurgling noise, and it seemed that he was laughing.
...'Good tidings!' cried Éomer. 'Even in this gloom hope gleams again. Our Enemy's devices oft serve us in his despite. The accursed darkness itself has been a cloak to us...'

......Ghân-buri-Ghân squatted down and touched the earth with his horny brow in token of farewell. Then he got up as if to depart. But suddenly he stood looking up like some startled woodland animal snuffling a strange air. A light came in his eyes. 'Wind is changing!' he cried, and with that, in a twinkling as it seemed, he and his fellows had vanished in the gloom, never to be seen by any Rider of Rohan again."

4. Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli sail from Pelargir with the captured fleet.
(not from the appendices)
...[Gimli speaking to Merry & Pippin:] "'And that is near the end of our tale. For during that evening and night many ships were made ready and manned; and in the morning the fleet set forth.... ...But still Aragorn was driven by fear that time was too short. "It is forty leagues and two from Pelargir to the landings at the Harlond," he said. "Yet to the Harlond we must come tomorrow or fail utterly." The oars were now wielded by free men, and manfully they laboured; yet slowly we passed up the Great River, for we strove against its stream... ...Heavy would my heart have been, for all our victory at the havens, if Legolas had not laughed suddenly. "Up with your beard, Durin's son!" he said. "For thus is it spoken: Oft hope is born, when all is forlorn..." ...away in the north we saw a red glow under the cloud, and Aragorn said: "Minas Tirith is burning." But at midnight hope was indeed born anew. Seacrafty men of the Ethir gazing southward spoke of a change coming with a fresh wind from the Sea...'"


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Mar 14 2007, 11:59am

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Can there be a worse feeling, than that of being utterly helpless? Sam and Pippin are both going through such darkness: Sam, at the seemingly hopeless end of his search for Frodo, and Pippin, allowed only to watch, and wait, for a horrible end for them all.

Sam's singing - Sam's song! What can be said, of that small well-spring of the Shire, trickling into Sam's consciousness, feeding his spirit - and through him, rising into Frodo's living nightmare to encourage him as well!

That Elf and his sense of humor! We saw it at Caradhras, and here again: Legolas looks despair straight in the eye, and laughs at it. Some might be annoyed at this kind of attitude, but for Gimli, it is great comfort.

Wind is changing! Now, where's Curious? Wink


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Mar 14 2007, 2:22pm

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are for me the very heart of LotR. If we were to lose (Eru forbid) the rest of the story, and that song and that star remained, we'd still have the essence of what it's all about.

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Mar 14 2007, 2:51pm

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Sam's unexpected song:
And suddenly new strength rose in him, and his voice rang out, while words of his own came unbidden to fit the simple tune.

Pippin's attempt to comfort Denethor:
Do not weep, lord,' he stammered. 'Perhaps Faramir will get well. Have you asked Gandalf?'

.Éomer's words:
.'Good tidings!' cried Éomer. 'Even in this gloom hope gleams again. Our Enemy's devices oft serve us in his despite. The accursed darkness itself has been a cloak to us...'

Ghân-buri-Ghân 's mysterious observation:
'Wind is changing!' he cried, and with that, in a twinkling as it seemed, he and his fellows had vanished in the gloom, never to be seen by any Rider of Rohan again."


Legolas's words to Gimli:
"Up with your beard, Durin's son!" he said. "For thus is it spoken: Oft hope is born, when all is forlorn..."

This is probably the darkest day in Middle-earth. The Fellowship is scattered, with every member involved in some sort desperate endeavor. Yet every thread of this story contains some expression of hope. One more reminder of why I love these books.

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I wish you could have been there
When she opened up the door
And looked me in the face
Like she never did before
I felt about as welcome
As a Wal-Mart Superstore--John Prine


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Mar 14 2007, 3:45pm

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doesn't surface very often, but when he does, the poems are so full of hope and brightness.

A dark day for all of the Fellowship - each one locked into their own personal journey, for better or worse. Yet we should always remember that light will follow dark, and the sun, moon and stars will shine once more.

Thank you {{gramma}} for another lovely reminder of today's doings in ME!

**** Far over the plain Éowyn saw the glitter of their spears, as she stood still, alone before the doors of the silent house. ***


Greenwood Hobbit
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Mar 15 2007, 12:45am

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a fine passage to enjoy on my birthday - as ever, thanks gramma! (Hi RW, too!)


grammaboodawg
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Mar 15 2007, 12:51am

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by the Elves. I think his impulse to sing came from Galadriel to help him connect again with what feeds his soul... the Shire, home, the old songs. It breaks my heart to see him in so much despair, but his rescue of Frodo still makes me weep.

I mourn what I think had changed in the filming of this. I remember reading an article that a journalist was visiting the set the day Frodo and Sam in the tower was filmed, and that their performance had everyone there in tears. As we hear in the commentaries, the scene changed a lot from what was originally done... but I'd dearly love to have seen what they had that day.

Isn't is ironic that Pippin, the hastiest of the hobbits imho, is destined to stand and watch. That's incredible in its own right in that it took great courage and empathy to stay and wait and understand what was happening then acting on it!

My Goodness... I love this story.


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Mar 15 2007, 12:55am

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I thought of the star during this, too!

Those first few lines of this post are such a great example of how stirring Tolkien's writing is. I read those first two paragraphs over and over... mesmerized by how he puts the words together and stirs so much emotion. And later with the star. *sigh*


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Mar 15 2007, 12:57am

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oh... well said! // [In reply to] Can't Post

 


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Mar 15 2007, 1:00am

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that light will follow darkness and to always have hope is something I learned from this story years ago.

You're very welcome :)


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Mar 15 2007, 1:01am

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Frodo in Sam's arms after the rescue, but never used it - that's such a shame!

I want a DVD of all the scenes they filmed but never used! (Like Faramir & Éowyn's wedding!)


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Mar 15 2007, 3:13am

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But of course! Thank you!


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Mar 15 2007, 4:32am

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Mar 15 2007, 4:58am

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TIME first, of course.
Have to admit, dear friend, that these passages just overwhelm me; all of it! Oh, lordy! All of it! It's just so moving.
What they all endured for each other and for Middle-earth: Pippin, unwilling to flee from the face of madness, Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas, striving against exhaustion and desparation, and Merry (with Eomer on the old trail), alone and afraid...

But, tonight I will be thinking of Sam holding Frodo and a love that passes understanding. To be reunited after such horror! I weep here because it is right that after suffering and enduring so, so much, bearing the unbearable, there is this moment for each to be able to express how dear the other was and to comfort..
How could anyone fail to be moved?

As ever, deep appreciation for this, gramma.

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Today in Middle-earth.


March 15, 3019 (S.R. 1419)
1. In the early hours the Witch-king breaks the Gates of the City.
(from the appendices)
..."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.
...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 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."

2. The horns of the Rohirrim are heard at cockcrow.
(from the appendices)
..."...In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway 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 to Gandalf. '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.
...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."

..."The darkness was breaking too soon, before the date that his Master had set for it: fortune had betrayed him for the moment, and the world had turned against him; victory was slipping from his grasp even as he stretched out his hand to seize it. But his arm was long. He was still in command, wielding great powers. King, Ringwraith, Lord of the Nazgûl, he had many weapons. He left the Gate and vanished."

3. Denethor burns himself on a pyre.
(from the appendices)
..."...Pippin turned and fled in terror from the deathly house. 'Poor Faramir!' he thought. 'I must find Gandalf... ...Oh where can I find Gandalf? In the thick of things, I suppose; and he will have no time to spare for dying men or madness...'"..."...Beregond bowed his head to hide his tears. 'They said that he was dying,' he sighed, 'and now he is dead.'
...'No,' said Pippin, 'not yet. And even now his death might be prevented, I think. But the Lord of the City, Beregond, has fallen before his city is taken. He is fey and dangerous.' Quickly he told of Denethor's strange words and deeds. 'I must find Gandalf at once.'
...'Then you must go down to the battle.'
...'I know. The Lord has given me leave. But, Beregond, if you can, do something to stop any dreadful thing happening.'
...'The Lord does not permit those who wear the black and silver to leave their post for any cause, save at his own command.'
...'Well, you must choose between orders and the life of Faramir,' said Pippin. 'And as for others, I think you have a madman to deal with, not a lord. I must run. I will return if I can...'"
..."When the dark shadow at the Gate withdrew Gandalf still sat motionless. But Pippin rose to his feet, as if a great weight had been lifted from him; and he stood listening to the horns, and it seemed to him that they would break his heart with joy. And never in after years could he hear a horn blown in the distance without tears starting in his eyes... ...Gandalf stirred and spoke to Shadowfax, and was about to ride through the Gate.
...'Gandalf, Gandalf!' cried Pippin, and Shadowfax halted.
...'What are you doing here?' said Gandalf....
...'...I am frightened. Something terrible may happen up there. The Lord is out of his mind, I think. I am afraid he will kill himself, and kill Faramir too. Can't you do something?'
...Gandalf looked through the gaping Gate, and already on the fields he heard the gathering sound of battle. He clenched his hand. 'I must go,' he said. 'The Black Rider is abroad, and he will yet bring ruin on us. I have no time.'
...'But Faramir!' cried Pippin. 'He is not dead, and they will burn him alive, if someone does not stop them.'
...'Burn him alive?' said Gandalf. 'What is this tale? Be quick!'

... ...So Pippin poured out the tale, reaching up and touching Gandalf's knee with trembling hands. 'Can't you save Faramir?'"

"'...Stay! Stay!' cried Gandalf, springing forward to the stone stair before the door. 'Stay this madness!'
...For there were the servants of Denethor with swords and torches in their hands; but alone in the porch upon the topmost step stood Beregond, clad in the black and silver of the Guard; and he held the door against them.
..."...Gandalf sprang up the steps, and the men fell back from him and covered their eyes; for his coming was like the incoming of a white light into a dark place, and he came with great anger. He lifted up his hand, and in the very stroke, the sword of Denethor flew up and left his grasp...
...'...where is your son, Faramir?'
...'He lies within,' said Denethor, 'burning, already burning. They have set a fire in his flesh. But soon all shall be burned. The West has failed. It shall all go up in a great fire, and all shall be ended. Ash! Ash and smoke blown away on the wind!'
...Then Gandalf seeing the madness that was on him feared that he had already done some evil deed, and he thrust forward, with Beregond and Pippin behind him, while Denethor gave back until he stood beside the table within. But there they found Faramir, still dreaming in his fever, lying upon the table...
......Then Gandalf revealed the strength that lay hid in him, even as the light of his power was hidden under his grey mantle. He leaped up on to the faggots, and raising the sick man lightly he sprang down again, and bore him towards the door..."

..."...[Denethor] snatched a torch from the hand of one and sprang back into the house. Before Gandalf could hinder him he thrust the brand amid the fuel, and at once it crackled and roared into flame...
...Then Denethor leaped upon the table, and standing there wreathed in fire and smoke he took up the staff of his stewardship that lay at his feet and broke it on his knee. Casting the pieces into the blaze he bowed and laid himself on the table, clasping the palantír with both hands upon his breast. And it was said that ever after, if any man looked in that Stone, unless he had a great strength of will to turn it to other purpose, he saw only two aged hands withering in flame...
...Gandalf in grief and horror turned his face away and closed the door. For a while he stood in thought, silent upon the threshold, while those outside heard the greedy roaring of the fire within. And then Denethor gave a great cry, and afterwards spoke no more, nor was ever again seen by mortal men.
... 'So passes Denethor, son of Ecthelion.'"

4. Battle of the Pelennor.
(from the appendices)
..."...Théoden 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."

..."Merry was riding behind Dernhelm, clutching with the left hand while with the other he tried to loosen his sword in its sheath. He felt now bitterly the truth of the old king's words: "in such a battle what would you do, Meriadoc?" 'Just this,' he thought: 'encumber a rider, and hope at best to stay in my seat and not be pounded to death by galloping hoofs!'"

..."...New forces of the enemy were hastening up the road from the River; and from under the walls came the legions of Morgul; and from the southward fields came footmen of Harad with horsemen before them, and behind them rose the huge backs of the mûmakil with war-towers upon them. But northward the white crest of Éomer led the great front of the Rohirrim which he had again gathered and marshalled; and out of the City came all the strength of men that was in it, and the silver swan of Dol Amroth was borne in the van, driving the enemy from the Gate...

......It was even as the day thus began to turn against Gondor and their hope wavered that a new cry went up in the City, it being then mid-morning, and a great wind blowing, and the rain flying north, and the sun shining. In that clear air watchmen on the walls saw afar a new sight of fear, and their last hope left them... ...they cried in dismay; for black against the glittering stream they beheld a fleet borne up on the wind..."

..."...Éomer was now scarcely a mile from the Harlond... ...Now he looked to the River, and hope died in his heart, and the wind that he had blessed he now called accursed. But the hosts of Mordor were enheartened, and filled with a new lust and fury they came yelling to the onset. Stern now was Éomer's mood, and his mind clear again. He let blow the horns to rally all men to his banner... ...For once more the lust of battle was on him; and he was still unscathed, and he was young, and he was king..."

5. Aragorn raises the standard of Arwen.
(from the appendices)
..."...behold! upon the foremost ship a great standard broke, and the wind displayed it as she turned towards the Harlond. There flowered a White Tree, and that was for Gondor; but Seven Stars were about it, and a high crown above it, the signs of Elendil that no lord had borne for years beyond count. And the stars flamed in the sunlight, for they were wrought of gems by Arwen daughter of Elrond; and the crown was bright in the morning, for it was wrought of mithril and gold.
...Thus came Aragorn son of Arathorn, Elessar, Isildur's heir, out of the Paths of the Dead, borne upon a wind from the Sea to the kingdom of Gondor..."

6. Théoden is slain.
(from the appendices)
..."...Snowmane wild with terror stood up on high, fighting with the air, and then with a great scream he crashed upon his side: a black dart had pierce him. The king fell beneath him. The great shadow descended like a falling cloud. And behold! it was a winged creature: if bird, then greater than all other birds, and it was naked, and neither quill nor feather did it bear, and its vast pinions were as webs of hide between horned fingers; and it stank... ...Down, down it came, and then, folding it's fingered webs, it gave a croaking cry, and settled upon the body of Snowmane, digging in its claws, stooping its long naked neck.
...Upon it sat a shape, black-mantled, huge and threatening. A crown of steel he bore, but between rim and robe naught was there to see, save only a deadly gleam of eyes: the Lord of the Nazgûl. To the air he had returned, summoning his steed ere the darkness failed, and now he was come again, bringing ruin, turning hope to despair, and victory to death. A great black mace he wielded.
...But Théoden was not utterly forsaken... ...One stood there still: Dernhelm the young, faithful beyond fear; and he wept, for he had loved his lord as a father. Right through the charge Merry had been borne unharmed behind him, until the Shadow came; and then Windfola had thrown them in his terror... ...Merry crawled on all fours like a dazed beast, and such a horror was on him that he was blind and sick.
... "King's man! King's man!" his heart cried within him. "You must stay by him. As a father you shall be to me, you said." But his will made no answer, and his body shook. He dared not open his eyes or look up.
...Then out of the blackness in his mind he thought that he heard Dernhelm speaking; yet now the voice seemed strange, recalling some other voice that he had known.
...'Begone, foul dwimmerlaik, lord of carrion! Leave the dead in peace!'
...A cold voice answered: 'Come not between the Nazgûl and his prey! Or he will not slay thee in thy turn. He will bear thee away to the houses of lamentation, beyond all darkness, where thy flesh shall be devoured, and thy shrivelled mind be left naked to the Lidless Eye.'
...A sword rang as it was drawn. 'Do what you will; but I will hinder it, if I may.'
...'Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!'
...Then Merry heard of all sounds in that hour the strangest. It seemed that Dernhelm laughed, and the clear voice was like the ring of steel. 'But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund's daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.'
...Out of the wreck rose the Black Rider, tall and threatening, towering above her. With a cry of hatred that stung the very ears like venom he let fall his mace. Her shield was shivered in many pieces, and her arm was broken; she stumbled to her knees. He bent over he like a cloud, and his eyes glittered; he raised his mace to kill.
...But suddenly he too stumbled forward with a cry of bitter pain, and his stroke went wide, driving into the ground. Merry's sword had stabbed him from behind, shearing through the black mantle, and passing up beneath the hauberk that pierced the sinew behind his mighty knee.
...'Éowyn! Éowyn!' cried Merry. Then tottering, struggling up, with her last strength she drove her sword between crown and mantle, as the great shoulders bowed before her. The sword broke sparkling into many shards. The crown rolled away with a clang. Éowyn fell forward upon her fallen foe...."
..."And there stood Meriadoc the hobbit in the midst of the slain, blinking like an owl in the daylight, for tears blinded him; and through a mist he looked on Éowyn's fair head, as she lay and did not move; and he looked on the face of the king, fallen in the midst of his glory.
......Then Merry stooped and lifted his hand to kiss it, and lo! Théoden opened his eyes, and they were clear, and he spoke in a quiet voice though laboured.
...'Farewell, Master Holbytla!' he said. 'My body is broken. I go to my fathers. And even in their mighty company I shall not now be ashamed. I felled the black serpent. A grim morn, and a glad day, and a golden sunset!'
...Merry could not speak, but wept anew. 'Forgive me, lord,' he said at last, 'if I broke your command, and yet have done no more in your service than to weep at our parting.'
...The old king smiled. 'Grieve not! It is forgiven. Great heart will not be denied. Live now in blessedness; and when you sit in peace with your pipe, think of me!'"

7. Frodo and Samwise escape and begin their journey north along the Morgai.
(from the appendices)
... "'This won't do, Sam,' said Frodo. 'If we were real orcs, we ought to be dashing back to the Tower, not running away. The first enemy we meet will know us. We must get off this road somehow.'
...'But we can't,' said Sam, 'not without wings.'
......With a desperate spurt Frodo and Sam dashed along the bridge... ...Suddenly Cirith Ungol's harsh bell clanged again, and then broke into a shattering peal. Horns sounded. And now from beyond the bridge-end came answering cries. Down in the dark trough, cut off from the dying glare of Orodruin, Frodo and Sam could not see ahead, but already they heard the tramp of iron-shod feet, and upon the road there rang the swift clatter of hoofs.
...'Quick, Sam! Over we go!' cried Frodo. They scrambled onto the low parapet of the bridge...
...'Well, here goes, Mr. Frodo,' said Sam. 'Good-bye!'
...He let go. Frodo followed. And even as they fell they heard the rush of horsemen sweeping over the bridge and the rattle of orc-feet running up behind... "

...'Look at it, Mr. Frodo!' said Sam. 'Look at it! The wind's changed. Something's happening. He's not having it all his own way. His darkness is breaking up out in the world there. I wish I could see what is going on!'
...It was the morning of the fifteenth of March, and over the vale of Anduin the Sun was rising above the eastern shadow, and the southwest wind was blowing. Théoden lay dying on the Pelennor Fields.
...As Frodo and Sam stood and gazed, the rim of light spread all along the line of the Ephel Dúath, and there they saw a shape, moving at a great speed out of the West, at first only a black speck against the glimmering strip above the mountain-tops, but growing, until it plunged like a bolt into the dark canopy and passed high above them. As it went it sent out a long shrill cry, the voice of a Nazgûl; but this cry no longer held any terror for them: it was a cry of woe and dismay, ill tidings for the Dark Tower. The Lord of the Ringwraiths had met his doom."

8. Battle under the trees in Mirkwood; Thranduil repels the forces of Dol Guldur.
(from the appendices)
..."In the North also there had been war and evil. The realm of Thranduil was invaded, and there was long battle under the trees and great ruin of fire; but in the end Thranduil had the victory."

9. Second, assault on Lórien.
(from the appendices)
..."...Lórien had been assailed from Dol Guldur, but besides the valour of the elven people of that land, the power that dwelt there was too great for any to overcome, unless Sauron had come there himself. Though grievous harm was done to the fair woods on the borders, the assaults were driven back… "

10. The realm of King Brand of Dale is attacked.
(not from the appendices)
..."At the same time as the great armies besieged Minas Tirith a host of the allies of Sauron that had long threatened the borders of King Brand crossed the River Carnen, and Brand was driven back to Dale. There he had the aid of the Dwarves of Erebor; and there was a great battle at the Mountain's feet. It lasted three days."

11. Evening in the Morgai -- From The Land of Shadow: The Return of the King
(not from the appendices)
..."There they sat and made such a meal as they could. Keeping back the precious lembas for the evil days ahead, they ate the half of what remained in Sam's bag of Faramir's provision: some dried fruit, and a small slip of cured meat; and they sipped some water. They had drunk again from the pools in the valley, but they were very thirsty again. There was a bitter tang in the air of Mordor that dried the mouth. When Sam thought of water even his hopeful spirit quailed. Beyond the Morgai there was the dreadful plain of Gorgoroth to cross.
...'Now you go to sleep first, Mr. Frodo,' he said. 'It's getting dark again. I reckon this day is nearly over.'
...Frodo sighed and was asleep almost before the words were spoken. Sam struggled with his own weariness, and he took Frodo's hand; and there he sat silent till deep night fell. Then at last, to keep himself awake, he crawled from the hiding-place and looked out. The land seemed full of creaking and cracking and sly noises, but there was no sound of voice or foot. Far above the Ephel Dúath in the West the night-sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tower high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach. His song in the tower had been defiance rather than hope; for then he was thinking of himself. Now, for a moment, his own fate, and even his master's, ceased to trouble him. He crawled back into the brambles and laid himself by Frodo's side, and putting away all fear he cast himself into a deep untroubled sleep."

More... Sorry, but I couldn't let this pass.


March 15, continued.
...A mist was in Merry's eyes of tears and weariness when they drew near the ruined Gate of Minas Tirith. He gave little heed to the wreck and slaughter that lay about all... ...out from the Gate came some bearing litters. Gently they laid Éowyn upon soft pillows; but the king's body they covered with a great cloth of gold... ...So Théoden and Éowyn came to the City of Gondor... ...and they passed through the ash and fume of the burned circle, and went on and up along the streets of stone. To Merry the ascent seemed agelong, a meaningless journey in a hateful dream, going on and on to some dim ending that memory cannot seize.
...Slowly the lights of the torches in front of him flickered and went out, and he was walking in a darkness; and he thought: 'This is a tunnel leading to a tomb; there we shall stay forever.' But suddenly into his dream there fell a living voice.
...'Well, Merry! Thank goodness I have found you!'
...He looked up and the mist before his eyes cleared a little. There was Pippin! They were face to face in a narrow lane, and but for themselves it was empty. He rubbed his eyes.
...'Where is the king!' he said. 'And Éowyn!' Then he stumbled and sat down on a doorstep and began to weep again.
...'They have gone up into the Citadel,' said Pippin. 'I think you must have fallen asleep on your feet and taken the wrong turning. When we found that you were not with them, Gandalf sent me to look for you. Poor old Merry! How glad I am to see you again! But you are worn out, and I won't bother you with any talk. But tell me, are you hurt, or wounded?'
...'No,' said Merry. 'Well, no I don't think so. But I can't use my right arm, Pippin, not since I stabbed him. And my sword burned all away like a piece of wood.'
...Pippin's face was anxious. 'Well, you had better come with me as quick as you can,' he said. 'I wish I could carry you. You aren't fit to walk any further. They shouldn't have let you walk at all; but you must forgive them. So many dreadful things have happened in the City, Merry, that one poor hobbit coming in from the battle is easily overlooked.'
...'It's not always a misfortune being overlooked,' said Merry. 'I was overlooked just now by—no, no, I can't speak of it. Help me, Pippin! It's all going dark again, and my arm is so cold.'
...'Lean on me, Merry lad!' said Pippin. 'Come now! Foot by foot. It's not far.'
...'Are you going to bury me?' said Merry.
...'No, indeed!' said Pippin, trying to sound cheerful, though his heart was wrung with fear and pity. 'No, we are going to the Houses of Healing.'
...They turned out of the lane that ran between tall houses and the outer wall of the fourth circle, and they regained the main street climbing up to the Citadel. Step by step they went, while Merry swayed and murmured as one in sleep.
...'I'll never get him there,' thought Pippin. 'Is there no one to help me! I can't leave him here.' Just then to his surprise a boy came running up behind, and as he passed he recognized Bergil, Beregond's son.
...'Hullo, Bergil!' he called. 'Where are you going? Glad to see you again, and still alive!'
...'I am running errands for the Healers,' said Bergil. 'I cannot stay.'
...'Don't!' said Pippin. 'But tell them up there that I have a sick hobbit, a perian mind you, come from the battlefield. I don't think he can walk so far. If Mithrandir is there, he will be glad of the message.' Bergil ran on.
...'I'd better wait here,' thought Pippin. So he let Merry sink gently down onto the pavement in a patch of sunlight, and then he sat down beside him, laying Merry's head in his lap. He felt his body and limbs gently, and took his friend's hands in his own. The right hand felt icy to the touch.
...It was not long before Gandalf himself came in search of them. He stooped over Merry and caressed his brow; then he lifted him carefully. 'He should have been borne in honour into this city,' he said. 'He has well repaid my trust; for if Elrond had not yielded to me, neither of you would have set out; and then far more grievous would the evils of this day have been.'
......So at last Faramir and Éowyn and Meriadoc were laid in the beds in the Houses of Healing..."
...
..."...Then Aragorn entered first and the others followed. And there at the door were two guards in the livery of the citadel: one tall, but the other scarce the height of a boy; and when he saw them he cried aloud in surprise and joy.
...'Strider! How splendid! Do you know, I guessed it was you in the black ships. But they were all shouting corsairs and wouldn't listen to me. How did you do it?'
...Aragorn laughed, and took the hobbit by the hand. 'Well met indeed!' he said. 'But there is not time yet for travellers' tales.'"

..."...Aragorn went first to Faramir, and then to the Lady Éowyn, and last to Merry. When he had looked on the faces of the sick and seen their hurts he sighed. 'Here I must put forth all such power and skill as is given to me,' he said... ...'He is nearly spent,' said Aragorn turning to Gandalf.

...Now Aragorn knelt beside Faramir, and held a hand upon his brow. And those that watched felt that some great struggle was going on. For Aragorn's face grew grey with weariness; and ever an anon he called the name of Faramir, but each time more faintly to their hearing, as if Aragorn himself was removed from them, and walked afar in some dark vale, calling for one that was lost.
...And at last Bergil came running in, and he bore six leaves in a cloth. 'It is kingsfoil, sir,' he said; 'but not fresh, I fear. It must have been culled two weeks ago at the least. I hope it will serve, sir?' Then looking at Faramir he burst into tears.
...But Aragorn smiles. 'It will serve,' he said. 'The worst is now over. Stay and be comforted!' Then taking two leaves, he laid them on his hands and breathed on them, and then he crushed them, and straightway a living freshness filled the room, as if the air itself awoke and tingled, sparkling with joy. And then he cast the leaves into the bowls of steaming water that were brought to him, and at once all hearts were lightened... ...Suddenly Faramir stirred, and he opened his eyes, and he looked on Aragorn who bent over him; and a light of knowledge and love was kindled in his eyes, and he spoke softly. 'My lord, you called me. I come. What does the king command?'
...'Walk no more in the shadows, but awake!' said Aragorn. 'You are weary. Rest a while, and take food, and be ready when I return.'
...'I will, lord,' said Faramir. 'For who would lie idle when the king has returned?'

..."...Aragorn came to Éowyn, and he said... 'Alas! For she was pitted against a foe beyond the strength of her mind or body. And those who will take a weapon to such an enemy must be sterner than steel, if the very shock shall not destroy them. It was an evil doom that set her in his path... ...Then Aragorn stooped and looked in her face, and it was indeed white as a lily, cold as frost, and hard as graven stone. But he bent and kissed her on the brow, and called her softly, saying:
...'Éowyn Éomund's daughter, awake! For your enemy has passed away!'

...'...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!'

..."...Gandalf and Pippin came to Merry's room, and there they found Aragorn standing by the bed. 'Poor old Merry!' cried Pippin, and he ran to the bedside, for it seemed to him that his friend looked worse, and a greyness was in his face, as if a weight of years of sorrow lay on him; and suddenly a fear seized Pippin that Merry would die.
...'Do not be afraid,' said Aragorn. 'I came in time, and I have called him back. He is weary now, and grieved, and he has taken a hurt like the Lady Éowyn, daring to smite that deadly thing. But these evils can be amended, so strong and gay a spirit is in him. His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.'
...Then Aragorn laid his hand on Merry's head, and passing his hand gently through the brown curls, he touched the eyelids, and called him by name.... ...Suddenly Merry awoke, and he said:
...'I am hungry. What is the time?'
...'Past supper-time now,' said Pippin; 'though I daresay I could bring you something, if they will let me.'
...'They will indeed,' said Gandalf. 'And anything else that this Rider of Rohan may desire, if it can be found in Minas Tirith, where his name is in honour.'"
..."...And word went through the City: 'The King is come again indeed.' And they named him Elfstone, because of the green stone that we wore, and so the name which it was foretold at his birth that he should bear was chosen for him by his own people."


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grammaboodawg
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Mar 15 2007, 8:40am

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Peter said there would be one! Over a year ago... he said there would be a dvd of the deleted/unused scenes that weren't included with an explanation as to why! *twitch* oh geez... I'm hearing the voices again!


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grammaboodawg
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Mar 15 2007, 8:42am

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grammaboodawg
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Mar 15 2007, 8:44am

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Sam and Frodo in the tower is so beautiful, it makes me weep... after all these years. {{always hob to me}}


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Mar 15 2007, 12:40pm

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The flame of Anor faces the fire of Morgoth.

The greatest of horses faces, unflinching, the worst of horrors.

A well-trained soldier has the wisdom to disobey his orders for an act of mercy.

A renewed king leads an unquenchable army.

A king's daughter, disobeying her orders to follow her heart, vanquishes a great enemy.

A brave Hobbit overcomes sickening fear to aid a friend in peril.

The ships of an enemy bear instead unexpected help.

Once more one Hobbit finds another who has been injured, and holds him in his arms.

A healing hand, wielding a power not seen among Men for many long years, returns to health those who wander near death.

At the end of it all, a simple-hearted Hobbit is given the blessing of a star: a sign that he, too, need never give up hope.

And I realize that I'm sitting here with tears streaming down my cheeks...
The king has returned. The enemy has passed away. I am hungry; what is the time?


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Mar 15 2007, 12:43pm

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Wow there is so much going on today! All the threads are coming together, and there is such a delicate balance of timing. Had Aragorn arrived just a little later, had Pippin stumbled on his way to find Gandalf, had he not been able to persuade Beregond to leave his post, had Merry made just one more wrong turn, had Sam and Frodo been delayed only a moment longer at the gate, and many things would have fallen to ill.

I love the way that the grand sweep of battle is interspersed with small, personal moments between the characters. If the story was all battles and armies, I would have lost interest. Without that scale though, the importance of what Frodo and Sam were doing, trudging through the Morgai, would be lost.


"That is one thing that Men call 'hope.' Amdir we call it, 'looking up.' But there is another which is founded deeper. Estel we call it, that is 'trust.' It is not defeated by the ways of the world, for it does not come from experience, but from our nature and First Being. If we are indeed the Eruhin, the Children of the One, then He will not suffer Himself to be deprived of His own, not by any enemy, not even by ourselves. This is the last foundation of estel, which we keep even when we contemplate the End. Of all His designs the issue must be for His children's joy."
Finrod, Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth, HoME X Morgoth's Ring



grammaboodawg
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Mar 15 2007, 4:44pm

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The describes it all so perfectly! This is where we do see how the Fellowship coming apart really brought all the pieces together! You're so right! If any one of those players had changed their path and not followed their hearts, the war would have been lost.

I've also thought that even though it was horrendous that Frodo was stung and captured, p'raps if they had trudged on they wouldn't have come out where they did and the orcs who slaughtered each other would have been on the move and could have captured them both! How's that for a run-on drama statement!!!

*whew*


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Mar 15 2007, 4:46pm

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I am too. I was a mess when I proofed this for posting, and it's been with me all day.

Now here I am again. {{dernwyn}} You're lovely.


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Mar 15 2007, 7:01pm

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Consciousness brought swirling pain
and ungentle hands,
course voices ending in cold hardness and numbing fatigue,
everything exhibited in red.
The nakedness quelled his heart.
Agony of mind and body, all consuming,wrenched him with the quest, lost.

A voiced lilt floated with dreamlike beauty.
His voice reached for the spirit.

A hideous face with savage gutturals
lent searing pain,
uncomprehensibly followed,
the thud of arm and whip,
bringing a vision of chilling memory.

Dispelling all, a beatitude appeared,
angelic in countenance with unbridled joy
illuminated with blade fire,
reached to cradle him.

"It's real. It's me. I've come."

"Tolkien, like Lewis, believed that, through story, the real world would become a more magical place, full of meaning. We see its patterns and colors in a fresh way. The recovery of a true view of the world applies both to individual things, like hills and stones, and to the cosmic - the depths of space and time itself. For in sub-creation, in Tolkien's view, there is a "survey" of space and time. Reality is captured on a miniature scale. Through stories like The Lord of the Rings, a renewed view of things is given, illuminating the homely, the spiritial, the physical, and the moral dimensions of the world."

Tolkien and C.S. Lewis- The Gift of Friendship -Duriez


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