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NF-Lee's Gildor and Frodo

In Commemoration of March 25th ~ The Fall of Barad-dûr, with jan-u-wine's "Frodo's Journal".

Posted on 2007.03.24 at 18:17
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~*~
Appendix B ~ "The Tale of Years":

25 March:~The Host is surrounded on the Slag-hills. Frodo and Samwise reach the Sammath Naur. Gollum seizes the Ring and falls in the Cracks of Doom. Downfall of Barad-dûr and passing of Sauron.

I didn’t have anything of my own prepared to celebrate the anniversary of the day the Ring went into the Fire, so I asked jan-u-wine if she might be writing something. She was. It has been completed, it is fabulous, and she has permitted me to present it here.

Since I have already presented screencaps for the scene on the rock and Frodo being carried away by Gwaihir (see links below), I decided to make a sort of “mini” version of the scene for the poem, from the widescreen version.

In the poem, Frodo’s Journal, Frodo lies upon the rock after the Ring has been destroyed. Precious memories come threading back, but in their midest he thinks upon what has just passed, and what might be his fate.









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Frodo’s Journal

~ by jan-u-wine


In another life,
another

time,

I kept a journal
of wander'd memories,

a journal,
hidden and safe within a night-velvet pocket.

Coins lived merrily there,
too,

coins whose voices
sang of silver-spun eventides
pleasant with drift'd pipe-weed,

a belly sweetly full,

a star-sewn path
which even my ale-tricked feet
knew

ended in Home.

I have no journal now,
only

my own stumbling thoughts.

Almost
I can see them,

broken gilt
bits of myself

falling to silence
beneath

this darkening Sun.


Soon they will all have gone,
lost,

like the journal

and
the small music of the coins.


Before that,
before

the last strength and will
and

life
leave me,

I must stand
within the reddened mouth

of the chamber.


And what then?


Sprayed-hot blood and death-sounds
are my answer.

Both are mine,
sound and sight

narrowing

until, like a cry-spent child,
I see only my own emptied hand,

fingerbone’s pale flower glistening
below a bright blossom of blood.

There is no breath left me.

I

want.

I want.

I want


It.


Even now.


Beneath the jagged beat of my heart,
(or might that be Its voice, precious indeed, touching me,

*promising* me,
running hot through my veins, torment turned to pained pleasure......)

I am shamed.

Naught but a moment this shame,
nothing more than an exhaled "no", my hesitance beneath its heel,


but the World turns upon it,

redemption and loss
wound about by mad-voiced laughter,

the echo
of descending cries.

It is gone.

It is done.
_______________________


Oddly, in this moment,
(rock’s broken fingers holding me as if it they were the softest pillow,
final threads of life

parting
benethe the mountain’s end)

I think upon my innocent,
green-jacketed journal,

lost somewhere between

there
and

back again,

parchment burdened
by nothing more weighty
than

where Eärendil might have been
on Mid-summer a year-since,

or how many pints I stood the Gaffer to
upon the occasion of his birthday.

If it were but with me now,
what might I write,

here,
as all things end?

Only
that I am glad,

*glad*,
if it might mean the saving of that which again

shines,
like a time-hazed dreme
before my eyes.

Of course,
if its scarred face were to hand,

I should say my farewell to Bilbo.

I pray he will not be disappointed
that somehow I did not manage

to write it all down.

It was…..
not at all like *his* journey.

There is even yet a smile left me,
as in imagination I trace the letters of my name
beneath my good-bye, and the date:

25 Rethe, 1419, S.R.

Quiet, now,

quiet

in this dying place,
a watchful peace filling the corners of swift-failing thoughts.

It is good to lie still,

waiting
without fear.

It is good to close my eyes to that which approaches,
good to dreme upon green hills and golden harvests,

silver stars and Spring-blue skies.

And so I do,
the dremes enfolding me,

sounding in my ears like the swift wings of Eagles.


Like Eagles.

Now, truly, I may sleep.










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~*~






Past screencap entries for March 25:


~ The End of All Things Pt. I: "It's Done..."

~ The End of All Things Pt. II: "I can see the Shire..."

~ The End of All Things Pt. III: "Rosie Cotton, dancing..."

~ The End of All Things Pt. IV: "If ever I was to marry someone..."

~ The End of All Things Pt. V: "I'm glad to be with you..."

~ "There and Back Again", poem about waking in Cormallen, by jan-u-wine, with caps of Frodo borne by the eagle.




Other tables of links:


~ Entries with jan-u-wine's poems.


~ Frodo & Elijah Wood screencaps.





~ Mechtild


Comments:


Shirebound
shirebound at 2007-03-24 23:44 (UTC) (Link)
It is good to close my eyes to that which approaches,
good to dreme upon green hills and golden harvests,

silver stars and Spring-blue skies.

And so I do,
the dremes enfolding me,

sounding in my ears like the swift wings of Eagles.


Like Eagles.

Now, truly, I may sleep.


Ohhh, what a magical blending of pics and poem. Stunning.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-03-25 13:52 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks, Shirebound. Even with jan's level of work, I hadn't expected something that brought so many threads of Frodo's story into one poem. I was wowed. It deserved its own caps, not just borrowing them from old posts. (And the project prompted me to finally screencap the scene inside the Sammath Naur -- but those won't be posted for a while.)

It really is magic to see what words and images can make together.
julchen11
julchen11 at 2007-03-25 00:18 (UTC) (Link)
"It is good to close my eyes to that which approaches,
good to dreme upon green hills and golden harvests,

silver stars and Spring-blue skies.

And so I do,
the dremes enfolding me,

sounding in my ears like the swift wings of Eagles.


Like Eagles.

Now, truly, I may sleep. "

The caps and Jan's poem ... very touching and so beautiful. Sad but beautiful.
Thank you, my dear and thank you, Jan.

Love you both
Julchen

Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-03-25 13:55 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks for commenting, Julchen. It is sad, and beautiful, yet Jan's poem comforts me. I read it as perhaps casting a bit of light on what it might be for Frodo when he lays down his life at last, beyond the Sea in Tol Eressea. I like to think he died truly at peace. There, just thinking about it has got me all weepy again. I'm hopeless!
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Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-03-25 13:59 (UTC) (Link)
Good morning, Mews. And happy anniversary of the fall of the destruction of the Ring. I just wrote to Julchen, I tend to read this moment of quiet joy and peace for Frodo as prefiguring what he will know at his real death. Although the Ring comes back to haunt Frodo after the first feeling of release passes, he seemed truly blissful as his memories of the Shire returned, lying on that rock in the middle of rivers of lava -- in book and film.
shelbyshire
shelbyshire at 2007-03-25 01:26 (UTC) (Link)
25 Rethe, 1419, S.R.

*gasp*

I almost forgot the date...how could I?

Thank you for the beautiful yet bittersweet reminder.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-03-25 14:01 (UTC) (Link)
You're welcome, Shelbyshire. I'm not much for remembering anniversaries, either, if I did not write them down -- or have a vigorous Tolkien correspondence that kept them before me.
Claudia's Cove
claudia603 at 2007-03-25 01:53 (UTC) (Link)
Just breathtaking. Both the screencaps and the poem. Heartbreaking, too, although he does indeed get to sleep, to rest for a bit!
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-03-25 14:02 (UTC) (Link)
Yes, he does. And a refreshing, healing one it was. Sweetest, dearest hobbit prince.
Hobbity forever
periantari at 2007-03-25 04:17 (UTC) (Link)
WOW THAT brought tears to my eyes.
What a beautifully angsty poem~ so true. :*(

broken gilt
bits of myself

falling to silence
beneath

this darkening Sun.

awwwww :(
::goes to huggle Frodo::

lovely post, dear~ the movies are really a treasure. ANd look forward to perusing your other March 25th posts. :)
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-03-25 17:38 (UTC) (Link)
That was a fabulous image, wasn't it? "Broken gilt bits of myself falling to silence beneath this darkening Sun..." Man, even though it's not a literal image, I can *see* it, somehow, vivid, stark, and beautiful.
Mariole
mariole at 2007-03-25 04:57 (UTC) (Link)
SQUEEEE! I was there! I was at Mount Doom! It looks just like that! Gollum is just that desperately vicious. It's a great place!

Oh, Frodo, how noble and adorable you are in your strength and pain.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-03-25 14:04 (UTC) (Link)
Did Gollum have you by the leg? And did you clock him on the pate with a rock and make him taste steel? Really, I just loved that you got to go there, Mariole. What a pilgrimmage! Your picture journal was just great, letting us come along with you.

Oh, Frodo, how noble and adorable you are in your strength and pain.

Just so.
wendylady1
wendylady1 at 2007-03-25 08:16 (UTC) (Link)
Mech,

Wonderful stuff !!
The events at Sammath Naur, and the Crack of Doom, and the eagles rescue, was my favourite sequence of ROTK, and will very possibly remain my favourite of all time, of any film, anywhere !!

Thank-you for putting these two elements together to such great effect...

Lizzy Wistaria
wispy_lass at 2007-03-25 12:42 (UTC) (Link)
Oh my!That scene from Rotk, the atmosphere, the angst, the emotions
I still get the goosebumps from it *shivers*I rememberI was pinned to my seat in cinemas and got kinda sweaty ;-)
Awesome screencaps!

btw: I posted some frodo ofc art in my lj
if you wanna look just check it out.
Mona
lame_pegasus at 2007-03-25 15:57 (UTC) (Link)
I have watched quite a few movies with Elijah Wood since I first had the chance to follow his astonishing performance as Frodo Baggins. And though my imagination of his physical appearance has changed since the LOTR-movies (especially after I seriously began to write stories about him as the very "book-verse", mature and decidedly elder Frodo), these scenes in ROTK always seemed to be the very essence of Frodo for me... a vulnerable being, stripped of all illusions, all dreams and hopes and dissolving in the raw power and pain of fulfilling an impossible quest by sacrificing his very self.

This was a masterpiece of acting and a deep, instinctive "grip" on one of my most beloved characters in literature. Thank you so much for these stunning screencaps! And for the poem, of course - jan-u-wine is a mistress of poetry.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-03-25 17:58 (UTC) (Link)
[Sorry, Mona, for the confusion; I read the comment of Frolijah fan, just below yours as if it were yours. All fixed.]

This was a masterpiece of acting and a deep, instinctive "grip" on one of my most beloved characters in literature.

I was all that. Whatever were the missteps in the way they wrote and directed Frodo, EW's instincts seemed always to compensate. His work in these scenes was just sensational. And what in his personal life could he have drawn on to play these scenes? Everyone has some grief and sadness, but his work was so powerful playing these extreme emotions, I can only think he was channelling Frodo!
frolijah_fan_54
frolijah_fan_54 at 2007-03-25 17:02 (UTC) (Link)
Another heartbreaking and stunning poem by jan-u-wine and the perfect pics from mechtild. I am so glad that after all the heartache and the ring's torture, which robbed Frodo of all his wonderful Shire memories (but not his innate goodness - because even without those memories he kept going), he was graced with those memories (and a sense of peace) returning. It is a constant amazement to me how Frodo kept going - and that others can't see that as the most heroic act of all. Frodo lost the memories of the Shire that made him begin the quest - but he KEPT GOING. His innate goodness, what made him the best hobbit in the Shire, got him to Mt. Doom. I too like to think that Frodo was healed in the west and died in peace. Thank you both so much for this wonderful blend of words and pics.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-03-25 17:41 (UTC) (Link)
It is a constant amazement to me how Frodo kept going - and that others can't see that as the most heroic act of all. Frodo lost the memories of the Shire that made him begin the quest - but he KEPT GOING.

Oh, that brings fresh tears to my eyes, Belgcuthalion.

Many folk just don't seem able to imagine what it might have been like to have carried the Ring like Frodo. Even Sam was taken aback by the burden of it and the power of it to enter his mind during the short while he had it around his neck (in the book).
Estë   (or ST for short)
este_tangletoes at 2007-03-25 17:12 (UTC) (Link)
I am completely overwhelmed by Jan’s poem. The screencaps are well chosen. Thank you both for this moving entry.

The following gave such a feeling of serenity, I imagine that this is exactly how Frodo will choose to fall into his final sleep in Tol Eressea.

It is good to lie still,

waiting
without fear.

It is good to close my eyes to that which approaches,
good to dreme upon green hills and golden harvests,

silver stars and Spring-blue skies.


*gets all weepy with you*

On a lighter note: Did you notice that Gollum is a nail-biter too? (no pun intended btw)
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-03-25 17:48 (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, it's a wonderful poem, Este, even for jan-u-wine. The passage you quoted -- well, the whole thing is full of quotable moments.

No, it never really registered with me that Gollum's nails are bitten-down, but they sure are! There are more close-ups of that moment, of course, but I am saving them for when I ever post the full Sammath Naur caps.

Yes, I went ahead and made caps of the whole scene, since I was working on the caps for Jan's poem. Capping the Sammath Naur was a task I'd been putting off because there are such a lot. Every minute of film on screen would require its own post! Those caps are made from the fullscreen version, though, not the widescreen like the caps above. The fullscreen version has the sides cut off, but it's great if you want just one person in close-up.
Eandme
eandme at 2007-03-25 18:51 (UTC) (Link)
That was perfect. I need to go and celebrate now. In a sad sort of way though. For what high price we must pay to rid the world of evil. And even an important victory such as this is not enough to quench it forever.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-03-25 20:20 (UTC) (Link)
Gosh, Eandme, your application of this moment in the story to life is far-reaching. No, the destruction of the Ring won't quench evil forever, not even in M-E, but it will always be a beacon of hope, and a source of inspiration for the rest of us. Frodo, the other members of the Fellowship, the countless people and peoples who helped them, even at the cost of their lives, I love them for it.
pearlette
pearlette at 2007-03-26 22:11 (UTC) (Link)
Wow, those caps!

- Frodo looks so scorchingly hot at the Cracks of Doom, heh. What a seductive Dark Lord in the making!!!

- Ack, Frolijah's screaming agony as he cradles his bitten finger, spouting gouts of blood. Ack, poor baby! Honestly, that looks REALLY REALLY painful.

- The shots of the exploding mountain are extraordinary. The screencaps look like paintings and it's easy to see the CGI. It doesn't matter. I love the painterly effect.

- Jan's poem, beautiful! :)

- Those screencaps of the Eagles' rescue are heavenly. Literally. For me the Eagles' rescue was the film's most sublime moment (in a film of many sublime moments) ... here, after Frodo and Sam prepare to die together, locked in friendship and love to the last, the film narrative reaches its greatest emotional height, and Shore's music makes me cry every time I hear it. Because Frodo thinks he has died. He closes his eyes, in peace, as the great Eagle bears him away ... the effect of the fadeout, seen here in the caps, is utterly exquisite and incredibly spiritual. It's like seeing Frodo's soul set free and flying to heaven.



Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-03-27 01:34 (UTC) (Link)
Did you think Mt. Doom erupting looked fakey? I agree that the stills look like paintings, but they created a real effect for me when the film was rolling.

Yes, the Eagles scene was pure bliss. The visual aspect of the scene was stupendous, of course, but it was the music for me, with Renee Fleming's singing, intensified by the slow, heavy thrum of the beating of their giant wings (go, sound editors!) that did me in and made me float away with Frodo, happy to die. Yes, it is..."like seeing Frodo's soul set free and flying to heaven." But not yet, it turned out, there were still a few things for him to do.

You know, I always concentrate on the post-Quest period of Frodo's life as a decline, a preparation for his leaving. But really, Frodo still had things he was *meant* to do. If it weren't for Frodo and his intervention, Saruman would have been murdered and the Scouring might have been a bloodbath -- more hobbits slain, but perhaps more blood on the hands of hobbits, hands Frodo staid through his insistence and his air of moral authority, in the eyes of his friends and the others in the resistance. "You have grown very much", as Saruman noted, despising Frodo's mercy. That growth was put to important use.

So maybe it wasn't just to prolong Frodo's post-Quest malaise that he was not permitted to die in bliss, carried by the eagles. He simply had more to do in the "task appointed" to him.
Whiteling
whiteling at 2007-03-27 15:22 (UTC) (Link)
Ah, Mechtild! A fabulous post with fabulous pictures (Mt. Doom and the Eagles are the dearest scenes of the entire trilogy to me), a fabulous jan-u-wine poem and fabulous comments. :-) Thank you so much.

I, too, see Frodo as a kind of Saint. Probably the expression "secular saint" would fit him best? Wikipedia says:
A secular saint is someone venerated and respected for their virtue and morality, but are not recognized as canonical saints by a religion. The ranks of secular saints, like those of religious ones, are often filled by martyrs; for instance Abraham Lincoln, Mahatma Gandhi, and Martin Luther King, Jr.. Christopher Manion calls the "beloved" John F. Kennedy the epitome of the modern secular saint becoming an object of national veneration, and a "federal martyr" complete with a modern secular shrine, the "eternal flame" honoring secular America’s "mortal god."

Frodo *was* a martyr, wasn't he? He sacrificed his physical and mental health for the sake of others, for Middle-earth... so, yes, to me he is a Saint (with capital S).

And I very much would like to see your art manip(s?) you did on this topic. :-) Very, very much indeed.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-03-27 20:17 (UTC) (Link)
A "secular saint". That's perfect, Whiteling. Yes, he was good and true, and acted for others in sacrifice.

I haven't done an Art manip of him as a saint, Whiteling, I mean as an icon. (He's appeared in paintings of St. Sebastian a couple of times, but not *as* St. Sebastian, definitely not.) I had only thought about it, dismissing it as a project that would offend too many good people. But I'll think about it more seriously when I'm browsing art sites now.
(Anonymous) at 2007-03-29 01:54 (UTC) (Link)

Good heavens!!! (Literally)... what beautiful poetry and caps...

I have barely gotten into the poem.. I've hardly begun to read it, and already I'm almost crying.
This line started so happily, and ended SO wearily, and so sadly:

"...a star-sewn path
which even my ale-tricked feet
knew

ended in Home.

I have no journal now,
only

my own stumbling thoughts."[[comment:this is where I cried... now to go back to reading it again...

---

Here's another gem.. the very next line!--
"Almost
I can see them,

broken gilt
bits of myself [[so incredible!!]]

falling to silence
beneath

this darkening Sun. "

What I want to know(always, and rhetorically) is: how does she DO that? (And please don't feel pressured to answer, januwine, if that is not something you'd like to do. That is, I don't wish to put you on the spot. I am just in awe....

--more--

"Naught but a moment this shame,
nothing more than an exhaled "no", my hesitance beneath its heel,(<-- what a line!!!)


but the World turns upon it," (<-- indeed.. so, so true).. and someone else commented-- in all the myriad comments.. that the best thing Frodo did was simply that HE KEPT GOING... no matter how hard it got... he just KEPT GOING. As it is for so many others, this is for me the most inspiring thing about Frodo .. the fact that he goes on, no matter what.. and I so want to be more like this, in my own life. I SO WANT to be able to just keep going, no matter what. I presume/assume I will, but the mere IDEA of it is daunting to me, scary, to be honest, and I'm only 50(w/a grandmother who lived to be nearly 104).. so the thought that I might still have another 50 possible years on this road, as beautiful and as good as it usually is, as generous and as full of blessings as it mostly is.. the idea of it is still crushing to me. It's like carrying a Ring around my neck for another 50 years. Life just feels HEAVY to me. Not light. And it has nothing to do with being 50, please believe me. I've felt this way since I was about 12, no joke. I am grateful for so much, so much.... blessings everywhere I look.. so why is life heavy? Why has it always been this way? Not sure. THink it's a Virgo thing. I know that sounds like a joke, but who can understand this stuff? In any case, I feel people are born with certain temperaments, etc., and I was just given the kind that says,"Life is heavy, not light. Deal with it." So I deal with it, daily. And it is a heavy load.
No wonder I admire Frodo so much!! And he did it with such grace!!! I want to be like that, too.

But that is way too much about me. Back to the poem, this work of art! the poem simply got me going..yikes!!!
--

It feels almost wrong, somehow , to pick out 'favorite' sections, when NO sections of the poem are weak! But here goes:

[ I am ]

"*glad*,
if it might mean the saving of that which again

shines," (<-- I can't quite place what it IS about this line that is so lovely.. I guess it's just his sheer joy at being able to save the things HE feels/knows are lovely. Just amazing writing..)

---
and more:

"It is good to lie still,

waiting
without fear."

(Sorry the poem's original formatting has gotten lost in the copy/paste shuffle).. but again, here is a line where I can simply FEEL exactly what he is feeling.. that is, I think I can. But that's how powerful the words are, (and of course how powerful the scene is, this scene after the Cataclysm/End of All Things. I can FEEL that 1000% percent exhausted feeling of just being able to lie down and wait, so tired that you're not even afraid of what dreadful thing might be next. Death is most certainly not fearful. Death would be a huge release, a great blessing , to dear Frodo, at this moment.
But what I admire there is the way she has so completely captured that oh-so-common-feeling of "Oh, God, it is so good to just REST... thank you..."

When a poet (or any writer) can encapsulate such a strong emotion in so few words, and also in a new way, in such a way that the reader can CONNECT instantly with the feelings being presented... well, that's just brilliant writing, to me.
--
Just incredible. I so often run OUT of words, run out of superlatives when I try to praise januwine's work.
thank you, again!
Mary
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-03-29 03:24 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Good heavens!!! (Literally)... what beautiful poetry and caps...

Good heavens! What a beautiful, heartfelt post, Mary! You made me all weepy just reading it. Thanks so much for this extended comment. I loved the poem, too, and I know what you mean about he futility of picking out "best spots", since the whole thing is a seamless "best". Still, one wants to say something, even if just to point out where one sighed or wept the most.

I will send an email to jan to tell her to take a look at what you posted. You are such a generous person, as well as a devoted fan-friend of Frodo and his actor-lad. Thanks.
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