~@-/Pains in the Heart\-@~
I don't own Middle-earth or anything in it, Tolkien is the master, blah, blah, blah...
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I just want to make a few notes on ROTK - don't read if you haven't seen it or don't like spoilers:
From a moviegoer's point of view it's an excellent film; from a fan's point of view it is extremely disappointing. I mean, I'm fully willing to allow PJ some artist's license, but they went too far for my liking. All that crap about Arwen dying, no Saruman, no Houses of Healing, no Saruman, no Grey Company, the Dead in Minas Tirith, butchered Witchking scene, changed Mount Doom scene, no Scouring of the Shire - they went too far. By the end of the first half, I was completely confused and had no idea what was going to happen next.
I'm glad they redeemed Faramir for moviegoers but the Osgiliath scene was needless, as was the addition of Elrond to Dunharrow - Aragorn should have received Andúril during FOTR! How the Dead came to be in Minas Tirith was not explained, and my friends would have been very confused if they hadn't had a ring-nut with them ;). Why did Gandalf keep whacking Denethor? And the Steward died a much more dignified death in the books - he didn't jump off the walls burning!
Gimli was pretty funny, but a lot of his material was based on book bits. I'd love to know why they decided to 'kill' Arwen - or hear the reasoning by the added bad-Sam subplot. As a result of no Scouring, the ending made no sense and seemed forced.
All in all, very disappointing if you ask me.
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mousie2: Well, Éowyn's is soon going to realise just how difficult life as Queen will be, and discover the other-other side of Aragorn: Thorongil. (Keep writing 'Hope in Minas Tirith'!)
Luthien Tinuviel: Frodo is there to bring the decisions of the council back to the Hobbits. Éowyn *will* get to wear the dresses, but Legolas' love life doesn't come into this story - not yet at any rate, and even then it's very small. "That still only counts as one!" - we were laughing our heads off on the way home (cos we were hyper then.)
Writerbrat: At least they redeemed Faramir - they made Denethor too much of an asshole; he's supposed to be cold, not evil.
Necole: You're not a dork - I want to go see it a second time, see if it makes a better impression. As for the story (oh yeah, that) - not everything is going to go smoothly, and I won't say whether or not Aragorn comes back hehehe like to keep you guessing.
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I made a little timeline in MS Word and went through all the chappies, did some calculations with the timeframe, etc. Would you believe that we're still on the day after Éowyn's attack? She woke up in the early dawn, and Aragorn left that evening - they spent a lot of time sleeping and fighting and bathing, didn't they?
Right! Need to do some writing! Finish off this bloody day.
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--+-- Minas Tirith --+--
The night was agonising. Worry kept Éowyn awake, until at last she went to Éomer.
"Éomer, why do you go to war?" she wept, breaking down.
Éomer gave her a wry smile. "You do not ask why I go, you ask why Aragorn goes."
"You, too. He said only that there was trouble on the borders."
"Trouble! Ha!" Éomer pinched the bridge of his nose. "He did not want to worry you! But I shall be honest: an army of the Harad are marching in vengeance. A fleet of ships draws ever nearer to this City. There is hope, but we are greatly outnumbered."
"You defeated them once before," said Éowyn.
"Yes, but then they fought out of necessity; they were not willing soldiers. The fire of battle is hot within them; their grief is still fresh."
"As is ours, brother," she commented.
"True," said Éomer darkly, "but they lost many more than we did."
--+-- Emyn Arnen --+--
Faramir paced, restless. He could scarcely believe that he had fought Aragorn only that morning. He shivered as Éowyn's terrified face flashed before his eyes. He was a monster. So Faramir sat at the small desk in his chamber and began to write.
To the White Lady:
My shame is matched only by my sorrow. Though I will understand if you take
my honesty for trickery, I speak from the depths of my soul. I have committed
the most grievous of all crimes against you, and I weep for it. In Mandos I shall
pay.
I write only so that you may know that I was not myself: I was fey, and it has all
but passed. Still I desire you by my side, and you know that already; it makes my
heart glad to know that you will find happiness even if it is with another, for I would
not see you sorrowful - not even were you with me.
Pray, do not think that I try to condone my actions. Had I taken the place of the
King, such a crime would unquestionably merit death. Though it would seem that
my death is imminent, for an army from the South approaches me even now. You
will come to no harm while the strength of the Rangers of Ithilien endures.
If this letter reaches you in these times of war, I beg that you ask the King for counsel
and aid, for we shall need it; the Haradrim come in great force.
Again, Lady, I beg that you accept my apology - not now, perhaps, for the grief is still
too fresh, even for me, and it pains me to remember - but perhaps in the fullness of
time you may find it in your heart to forgive me partially.
I wish you greatest success as Queen of Gondor and Arnor, and also endless happiness.
Yours most sincerely,
Faramir
He folded the letter thrice and sealed it with wax. Without a moment's thought, he sent out an errand-rider. It was not until then that he remembered Éowyn's words, that he should leave until she was Queen. What would be the penalty for his message?
Faramir went again to the window and looked into the South. He gazed up at Ithil drawn by Tilion, and sang a soft lament for Arien's demise for the sun was not long gone. A vast cloud of dust smeared the horizon. It was being made in south Harondor, the southernmost part of the kingdom, a wild desert wandered by bandits and evil men.
To the northwest, the moon glinted on something large and metallic. Straining his sharp eyes, he saw Osgiliath filled with soldiers and above them fluttered the Elvish banner. Help was come to Ithilien.
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I don't own Middle-earth or anything in it, Tolkien is the master, blah, blah, blah...
-------------------+-------------------
I just want to make a few notes on ROTK - don't read if you haven't seen it or don't like spoilers:
From a moviegoer's point of view it's an excellent film; from a fan's point of view it is extremely disappointing. I mean, I'm fully willing to allow PJ some artist's license, but they went too far for my liking. All that crap about Arwen dying, no Saruman, no Houses of Healing, no Saruman, no Grey Company, the Dead in Minas Tirith, butchered Witchking scene, changed Mount Doom scene, no Scouring of the Shire - they went too far. By the end of the first half, I was completely confused and had no idea what was going to happen next.
I'm glad they redeemed Faramir for moviegoers but the Osgiliath scene was needless, as was the addition of Elrond to Dunharrow - Aragorn should have received Andúril during FOTR! How the Dead came to be in Minas Tirith was not explained, and my friends would have been very confused if they hadn't had a ring-nut with them ;). Why did Gandalf keep whacking Denethor? And the Steward died a much more dignified death in the books - he didn't jump off the walls burning!
Gimli was pretty funny, but a lot of his material was based on book bits. I'd love to know why they decided to 'kill' Arwen - or hear the reasoning by the added bad-Sam subplot. As a result of no Scouring, the ending made no sense and seemed forced.
All in all, very disappointing if you ask me.
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mousie2: Well, Éowyn's is soon going to realise just how difficult life as Queen will be, and discover the other-other side of Aragorn: Thorongil. (Keep writing 'Hope in Minas Tirith'!)
Luthien Tinuviel: Frodo is there to bring the decisions of the council back to the Hobbits. Éowyn *will* get to wear the dresses, but Legolas' love life doesn't come into this story - not yet at any rate, and even then it's very small. "That still only counts as one!" - we were laughing our heads off on the way home (cos we were hyper then.)
Writerbrat: At least they redeemed Faramir - they made Denethor too much of an asshole; he's supposed to be cold, not evil.
Necole: You're not a dork - I want to go see it a second time, see if it makes a better impression. As for the story (oh yeah, that) - not everything is going to go smoothly, and I won't say whether or not Aragorn comes back hehehe like to keep you guessing.
-------------------
I made a little timeline in MS Word and went through all the chappies, did some calculations with the timeframe, etc. Would you believe that we're still on the day after Éowyn's attack? She woke up in the early dawn, and Aragorn left that evening - they spent a lot of time sleeping and fighting and bathing, didn't they?
Right! Need to do some writing! Finish off this bloody day.
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--+-- Minas Tirith --+--
The night was agonising. Worry kept Éowyn awake, until at last she went to Éomer.
"Éomer, why do you go to war?" she wept, breaking down.
Éomer gave her a wry smile. "You do not ask why I go, you ask why Aragorn goes."
"You, too. He said only that there was trouble on the borders."
"Trouble! Ha!" Éomer pinched the bridge of his nose. "He did not want to worry you! But I shall be honest: an army of the Harad are marching in vengeance. A fleet of ships draws ever nearer to this City. There is hope, but we are greatly outnumbered."
"You defeated them once before," said Éowyn.
"Yes, but then they fought out of necessity; they were not willing soldiers. The fire of battle is hot within them; their grief is still fresh."
"As is ours, brother," she commented.
"True," said Éomer darkly, "but they lost many more than we did."
--+-- Emyn Arnen --+--
Faramir paced, restless. He could scarcely believe that he had fought Aragorn only that morning. He shivered as Éowyn's terrified face flashed before his eyes. He was a monster. So Faramir sat at the small desk in his chamber and began to write.
To the White Lady:
My shame is matched only by my sorrow. Though I will understand if you take
my honesty for trickery, I speak from the depths of my soul. I have committed
the most grievous of all crimes against you, and I weep for it. In Mandos I shall
pay.
I write only so that you may know that I was not myself: I was fey, and it has all
but passed. Still I desire you by my side, and you know that already; it makes my
heart glad to know that you will find happiness even if it is with another, for I would
not see you sorrowful - not even were you with me.
Pray, do not think that I try to condone my actions. Had I taken the place of the
King, such a crime would unquestionably merit death. Though it would seem that
my death is imminent, for an army from the South approaches me even now. You
will come to no harm while the strength of the Rangers of Ithilien endures.
If this letter reaches you in these times of war, I beg that you ask the King for counsel
and aid, for we shall need it; the Haradrim come in great force.
Again, Lady, I beg that you accept my apology - not now, perhaps, for the grief is still
too fresh, even for me, and it pains me to remember - but perhaps in the fullness of
time you may find it in your heart to forgive me partially.
I wish you greatest success as Queen of Gondor and Arnor, and also endless happiness.
Yours most sincerely,
Faramir
He folded the letter thrice and sealed it with wax. Without a moment's thought, he sent out an errand-rider. It was not until then that he remembered Éowyn's words, that he should leave until she was Queen. What would be the penalty for his message?
Faramir went again to the window and looked into the South. He gazed up at Ithil drawn by Tilion, and sang a soft lament for Arien's demise for the sun was not long gone. A vast cloud of dust smeared the horizon. It was being made in south Harondor, the southernmost part of the kingdom, a wild desert wandered by bandits and evil men.
To the northwest, the moon glinted on something large and metallic. Straining his sharp eyes, he saw Osgiliath filled with soldiers and above them fluttered the Elvish banner. Help was come to Ithilien.
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