This is my absolute favourite scene from this movie and even listening to the music on my IPod makes me cry. The fact Sam has sacrificed everything for Frodo and Frodo has just realised it, they’re talking about what’s motivating them and then you realise that this is the end and they are talking about because they are just about to die.
I know I haven’t blogged for ages and I’m sorry. I went through a ruff spot at the end of term, then I was ill and now I’ve been revising. Still, Happy Tolkein reading day! I can’t remember where I got this idea,it might have been my failure of a Facebook page Concerning Ringers but basically every year I’m going to try and read LOTR on the day that it happens so at the end of April I’ll start again because it’s when Gandalf comes to Hobbiton then I have to wait all summer before September before Frodo leaves. Last year was a complete failure and this year has been much better and although it was difficult at school, I’m managed to catch up. This means that today I read Mount Doom and about two pages of The Fields of Cormallen and I must say, Mount Doom has some of the most beautiful prose I think I’ve ever read. I was just blown away.Here is one of the extracts just after Frodo has destroyed the ring and the volcanoe is erupting and the rein of Sauron has ended.
A brief vision he had of swirling cloud, and in the midst of it towers and battlements, tall as hills, founded upon a mighty mountain-throne above immeasurable pits; great courts and dungeons, eyeless prisons sheer as cliffs, and gaping gates of steel and adamant: and then all passed. Towers fell and mountains slid; walls crumbled and melted, crashing down; vast spires of smoke and spouting steams went billowing up, up, until they toppled like an overwhelming wave, and its wild crest curled and came foaming down upon the land. And then at last over the miles between there came a rumble, rising to a deafening crash and roar; the earth shook, the plain heaved and cracked, and Orodruin reeled.
I met a girl once, under falling snow
her eyes were like wild-flowers
in the gentle summer breeze
her gaze held me transfixed
and had me on my knees
I met a girl once
long ago it seems
her touch was like electricity
that crackled and fizzed under my skin
and her hair was the colour of moonlight
that shone and shined in the darkness
I met a girl who I kissed in the snow
until I couldn’t remember my name
A girl who lit a fire inside of me
a fire that is now a empty grate
I met a girl who I last saw in the snow
And whose life I shall never know