The final battle scene (LOTR, obviously) is so emotional for me. All of these characters, so lovely and familiar, go rushing in with all their courage and bravery and strength...how my heart can flutter.
"The eagles are coming!"
Oh what a moth can do to this mortal soul.
I was preparing myself for this moment from the time I watched Jafar's lamp drop into the molten depths. The PG version of the battle over one's soul, I was still terrified. And every time, I'm just as terrified when Frodo states, "The ring is mine."
He has indeed forgotten the taste of strawberries and cream! The King of Men may be slain! For heaven's sake, phalanges are being lost! Of course, enter here the mournful sighing of the elves. Smeagol's tortured smile.
And then..."Don't let go. Don't you let go."
Oh Sam! Oh Triumphant day! As Sauron's tower collapses, "Frodo! Frodo!"
What a sap I am. Teary eyed as the rest of them as the mount explodes, I have the solace in the fact that I have seen this movie perhaps seventy two times. I know that Sam will marry Rosie, see.
Thank you Frodo, for reassuring me that I will still be able to see the shire.
Golly gee. The cinema. Har.
Dearest, Bumby,
ReplyDeleteThis post made me laugh, made me smile, made me wish i was back again in middle earth, made me with you and i were at the green dragon drinking mini-pints (as hobbits don't usually drink whole pints as you very well know). ah, i can just hear merry yelling, "for frodooooo!" as he unsheathes his sword, his horse rearing up, leading the charge that as far as he knows is to his death... i still turn into a blubbering fool when sam and frodo are on the rock, and sam tearfully staring that if he were to marry any hobbit it would have been miss rosie, "it would 'ave been 'er."
it would have been her...
FOOL OF A TOOK!