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NF-Lee's Gildor and Frodo

Gorgoroth Pt. III ~ Sam and Frodo reach Mt. Doom, plus jan-u-wine's 'Even As I'....

Posted on 2006.08.23 at 18:45
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The poem by jan-u-wine that I will feature this time is called, Even As I.

The texts, again, are from the “Mt. Doom” chapter of The Return of the King.

Also, as usual, the screencaps have been altered for more brightness, greater contrast and sharper focus.


* * *



Continuing in the Tolkien text, Frodo has thrown his orc armour away, after which he confesses to Sam he no longer has any sense memories of the Shire -- or anywhere else -- the wheel of fire filling his vision and thoughts.

Sam gathers up what he’s saved, putting in his empty pack the last of their lembas, the Elven rope, and their water bottle. Sting hangs from his belt. The phial, and the little box Galadriel gave him, are stowed in the breast of his tunic.



That day it seemed to Sam that his master had found some new strength, more than could be explained by the small lightening of the load that he had to carry. In the first marches they went further and faster than he had hoped. The land was rough and hostile, and yet they made much progress, and the Mountain drew nearer. But as the day wore on and all too soon the dim light began to fail, Frodo stooped again and began to stagger, as if the renewed effort had squandered his remaining strength.

At their last halt he sank down and said: ‘I’m thirsty, Sam,’ and did not speak again. Sam gave him a mouthful of water; only one more mouthful remained. He went without himself.


* * *


The last stage of their journey to Orodruin came, and it was a torment greater than Sam had ever thought that he could bear. He was in pain, and so parched that he could no longer swallow even a mouthful of food. …. Worst of all, the air was full of fumes; breathing was painful and difficult, and a dizziness came on them, so they staggered and often fell. And yet their wills did not yield, and they struggled on.

Before the daylong dusk ended and true night came again they had crawled and stumbled to its very feet.

With a gasp Frodo cast himself on the ground. Sam sat by him. To his surprise he felt tired but lighter, and his head seemed clear again. No more debates disturbed his mind. He knew all the arguments of despair and would not listen to them. His will was set, and only death would break it.


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Even As I

~ by jan-u-wine


dirty
grey clouds
flee
the angry
Arm
stretching
from the East.

Even in this place,
there must be a Spring....
even

in this place.

Green

things

grow
in
green pools -
things
that will never
live
to see
summer.

Even as I,
my mind
sighs....
even

as I.


What is spring
like
in the lands
I
left behind?


In soft,
quiet
surprise,
I find
I can no longer
summon
those places
to my mind.



Surely,
before I lay
upon this desolate
mountain-side,
this place wherein
grows
only despair,
surely
I knew light
and warmth,
bright leaves
shiny
with silver'd moon-light,
streams speaking more
of sweet
water songs
than
evil light
shining
from beautifully
dead faces.

Surely,

surely
I knew
music
and laughter,
merriment
fueled by dark ale,
fragrant smoke
rising.....

kindly faces
lit
by trees and fountains
that shone
like fire-flies
in blessed night.


I
know
these things.

Someone
speaks.
He speaks
to me
of them.

Here,
in this place
which must be home,
someone
puts their arms about me
and says a name
that no longer
holds me
within its
meaning.


Someone
looks
into my eyes
and
cries.

I do not
understand
why
he weeps,
but
the distant
voice
I hear
now and again
in dreams
whispers
that his eyes
are what
'leaves'
look like.

How I wish
to see
the leaves
once more.



~*
~*~





Jan-u-wine's Lord of the Rings-based poetry can be found at LotR Scrapbook.



Forward to Pt. IV of Gorgoroth caps.

Back to Pt. II of Gorgoroth caps.

Click HERE for table of other Frodo screencap entries.



~ Mechtild


Comments:


Maewyn
maewyn_2 at 2006-08-24 00:09 (UTC) (Link)
Very moving. Both your screencaps and Jan-u-wine's poem. I've been following your Gorgoroth screencap series and am very impressed with what I've seen.

It reminds me that I haven't watched LOTR for far too long. I've caught glimpses when it's been on TV, but I haven't sat down to specifically watch each movie in turn for a very long time. Perhaps I should set aside some time soon...
Mechtild
mechtild at 2006-08-24 00:56 (UTC) (Link)
Hello, Maewyn! I'm glad to hear you have been following the series. I often think about you and our old discussions when I prepare these things.

I haven't watched LotR in forever, either. I love making the caps, and I listen to the soundtrack constantly (I got the Complete FotR set for Christmas; I am sure I have played some or all of it every day since then). But I am almost afraid to watch the films. I don't know why. Maybe I'm afraid I won't like them anymore, or that I'll be sick of them. I still read in the book, but even that I don't read straight through, only sections as I research things for the caps or manips of the fic. I've read some secondary literature on Tolkien since then, and some later volumes of the HoME, too, but not LotR itself. Very odd behaviour, I'd say.
Shirebound
shirebound at 2006-08-24 00:21 (UTC) (Link)
Another set of pics and a poem to rend the heart. The pity Frodo so freely gave Gollum is what we feel for *him*, and we rejoice that the price he paid was not, in the end, as high as Smeagol's.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2006-08-24 01:00 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you, Shirebound. I suppose you are right, that the courteousness, the grace, the mercy that Frodo showed others -- especially Gollum -- only made those who were his friends (in the text, or its readers) love him and esteem him the more.

The older I get the more I can appreciate the gift he was given, being able to sail West before he actually had to die (no doubt rather miserably) in the Shire.
shelbyshire
shelbyshire at 2006-08-24 03:52 (UTC) (Link)
Very heartbreaking screencaps, Mechtild. May I borrow some for a step back to RotK over at Hugs Haven? They are just too good not to repost elsewhere.

A little trivia here...did you know whenever I type your name, I type Metch then I have to backspace to type Mechtild. Don't know why but it happens every time. LOL
Mechtild
mechtild at 2006-08-24 12:37 (UTC) (Link)
A little trivia here...did you know whenever I type your name, I type Metch then I have to backspace to type Mechtild. Don't know why but it happens every time. LOL


Freudian slip. "Metch" rhymes with "lech". Or "fetch", as in, "fetch me that hobbit."

Maybe you could think of its English equivalent. I believe "Mechtild" is a German form of Matilda, so think "Mech" (pronounced with a hard, German guttural at the end of it, not a soft "ch"), then "tild", as in "Tilda Swinton", the actress.

Mechtild is the name of two 14th century contemplative nuns who lived a few years apart in the same monastery in Helfta (Germany). They had angsty and glorious visions. Of God, though, not Frodo. (Fans: "You mean they're different?")
Whiteling
whiteling at 2006-08-24 15:23 (UTC) (Link)
*instils Frodo and herself Dr Bach's Rescue Remedy*
(I mean, it cannot hurt, can it? It reads on the package: Helps you cope in balancing life's ups and downs. [HA!] Provides support at times of emotional demand, such as before a driving test, interview, exam, [during suicide squads in Mordor, I might add] or flight or when you simply need a little help.)

Those screencap series is almost too intense to bear, Mechtild. And yet, I can't avert my eyes from Frodo's indestructible beauty... my, oh my. And jan's poems are extremely moving, too *sob*


I believe "Mechtild" is a German form of Matilda
Yes, it is. The German name is spelled "Mechthild" (speak "Mecht-hild"); so this is where your username comes from, from one of the Mechthild's von Magdeburg? Interesting!
Mechtild
mechtild at 2006-08-24 19:30 (UTC) (Link)
Yes, the screencaps are intense, but intensely beautiful, too. How could we not love them? And so painterly! Jan's three poems I am posting with these are all excellent, and terribly moving, but not sentimental.

And, yes, "Mecthild" is supposed to be the equivalent of "Matilda". But the spelling in my books on the monastic movement and Medieval mysticism must be anglicized, for they all say "Mechtild" (rather than what is more correct: Mecht-hild, "mighty in battle" or something Eowynish like that.

I see, checking the Mecthilds out again, that I messed up on their century. They are 13th, not 14th century contemplatives. I liked both Mechtild of Hackeborn AND Mechtild of Magdeburg, although I felt a special kinship with Magdeburg. She entered the monastery as a middle-aged woman and was prone to a sort of angsty intensity in her spiritual writings, which are also quite erotic, following along the lines of the Song of Songs, talking about the flowing light of God. There was a strong tradition based, on biblical imagery of God as husband and bridegroom and lover, for spirtuality couched in erotic language and imagery. St. Bernard's spirituality was big in it, I believe.
Whiteling
whiteling at 2006-08-24 21:26 (UTC) (Link)
You know, the monastery in which the two Mechthilds prayed and wrote still exists. It was secularised in 1542 during the Reformation, and more than 450 years it was a ruin until 1999 eight Sisters from Seligenthal – a Bavarian Cistercian Abbey (where a cousin of mine is a nun) - have started to rebuild monastic life. Meanwhile 18 woman live, pray, and work in the convent. Hm, I wonder if they still write such erotic texts? --- Here's the homepage of Kloster Helfta: http://www.kloster-helfta.de/9/21/index.php

(Oh, and apropos St Bernard. Just today I visited a chapel in a nearby village, which was built at the place where Bernard appealed for the second crusade in 1147. What a weird place... - I so don't believe in "holy wars" whatsoever.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2006-08-24 22:01 (UTC) (Link)
Nope, nothing in there about erotic language or imagery for God, Song of Songs, or any of that. I wouldn't put it in there, either. People are bound to misunderstand it. Your cousin is a Cistercian? That's quite an ascetic order. I hope she gets to wear socks in her sandles during the winter. It used to be a silent, non-speaking order, although they could write (if permitted). Is it still like that, do you know?

St. Bernard was a very interesting man, and very charismatic. Like a lot of charismatic people he was a mix. Francis, too, was keen for the crusades. Who would think it? Perhaps neither man knew guessed what the crusades would wreak, blinded by their own burning but narrow perspectives.
Whiteling
whiteling at 2006-08-25 13:17 (UTC) (Link)
Your cousin is a Cistercian? That's quite an ascetic order. I hope she gets to wear socks in her sandles during the winter. It used to be a silent, non-speaking order, although they could write (if permitted). Is it still like that, do you know?

I've seen her only once in my life so far, but we changed letters after my father's death. Wow, after almost 40 years I digged out a photograph of my Cisterian cousin (and me).

Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

(The tot in the middle is me.) Sister Andrea must be in her seventies now. I should send the photo to her, it's quite possible she's never seen it. -- It doesn't look as if she were barefoot in her sandals, methinks. ;-)
The order has changed over times; strict silence is kept only after compline, the last service in the day.


*toddles off, feeling extremely off topic*
Mechtild
mechtild at 2006-08-25 13:41 (UTC) (Link)
Ah, so they now can speak. That's good. Although I once very much enjoyed going to a silent retreat center. At first it felt forced, sitting at table with a group of people and not saying anything, signing, "pass the bread", etc. But once I was used to it, it was sort of restful not to have to come up with anything to say.

That is a FANTASTIC photograph (were you cute!?!?!?!?). I am sure she would love to see it, speaking from my own perspective.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2006-08-24 12:49 (UTC) (Link)
I forgot to reply to your request. Of course, you may "borrow" them. I borrowed them from the DVD, no? I just did a little fine-tuning. I usually do an "ad" for them in the Harem. I haven't in Hugs Haven (except for the EW caps), because they are of Frodo. But the rules have been loosening up lately. So you go right ahead!

P.S. I just looked at your User Info page and I see you are not friended to the LJ of not_alone. She's "Shireling," I believe, at K-D. Anyway, she often has lovely posts about Frodo and/or EW (whom she has met more than once). You aren't friended to the LJ's of mews1945 and the bulletinboard community middleearthnews, either. These also linked Not Alone's entry. Mews does a page of fic recs (mostly slash, but all featuring Frodo or EW), also rec'cing essays, art, and etc. Middle-earth News is a Tolkien bulletin board for fan work, too, but not just for Frodo. You might want to friend these journals.

Anyway, Not Alone (Shireling) just started an illustrated retrospective on EW playing Frodo, and is it great! Here's a link to her first part (she says there are multiple parts - woo hoo!). You might want to do an ad for that in the Haven, too. I'll put an ad in the Harem.

Here's a link to her entry:

http://not-alone.livejournal.com/53804.html
Julie ... five more minutes
bagendbabe at 2006-08-24 13:16 (UTC) (Link)
Heart-wrenching caps once again, Mech.

I just love the way you have adjusted the light and contrast - makes him "glow" even more.

*sighs*
Mechtild
mechtild at 2006-08-24 13:21 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you, Bagendbabe. I really think the Gorgorth caps -- all of them -- came out beautifully. *smooches to LotR filmmakers who made it happen*
Mariole
mariole at 2006-08-24 14:55 (UTC) (Link)
I just love this sequence. I really like how you tweaked the settings on the pictures. So lovely.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2006-08-24 19:31 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you, Mariole. They already had great lighting, but they were, as usual, a little too dark to see well on the "small screen" which is a computer monitor.
 Paulie
not_alone at 2006-08-24 19:09 (UTC) (Link)
Mechtild ~ these caps, and the poem, leave me almost speechless. This scene is so piercingly sad - and that moment in the film when you see Frodo lying motionless with his poor, lovely face in the dirt (9th cap up from bottom) - I thought that was such a clever touch, it really tears at the heartstrings. Brilliant work with the screencaps:)
Mechtild
mechtild at 2006-08-24 19:33 (UTC) (Link)
Not alone, I'm so glad you got to see these. Didn't the sequence come out beautifully? Pt. IV will be the capper (for me), which have images of Frodo's face that may be my favourites in the film.

And Frodo's face is always improved by dirt. Brings out his eyes. Sweat looks good, too.
Estë   (or ST for short)
este_tangletoes at 2006-08-25 20:32 (UTC) (Link)
Fantastic acting.

The grief and the hopelessness shown in the screen caps is echoed in Jan-u-wine’s heartbreaking poetry. I hope Jan knows how much her poetry moves us.

Thank you Mechtild for the exquisite caps.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2006-08-25 21:03 (UTC) (Link)
You are welcome, Este. I think Jan lurks now and then, because she'll mention having seen something, but she's not a regular LJ visitor, not even to this one. Perhaps I'll make her a composite of her reviews. Her poems are so excellent, and, as you probably know, poetry is never as widely read as the fanfic. But I think Jan-u-wine's poetry succeeds as well as the best fanfic for portraying Frodo, especially his inner perspective on things. She seems able to portray him at a deep level and yet remain unobtrusive as the author. I never get the sense she is bludgeoning me with angst when her stuff is wrenchingly moving, and I never get the sense that she is showy when the passage is ultra-lovely and lyrical. She is able to step out of the way and simply paint with words so well, you just "see it." And, seeing it, you feel it.
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