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NF-Lee's Gildor and Frodo

Sammath Naur Pt. 10: ‘Reach!’, plus jan-u-wine’s “And I Don’t Mean To”.

Posted on 2007.10.16 at 21:47
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Warning:~Some gory images, although I refrained from posting the really clinical shots of Frodo’s maimed hand.


I don’t think this entry requires any discussion from me. The power of the images, and the film scene they recall, are enough to shake the soul of any Frodo devotee.

Jan-u-wine’s lyric narrative, And I Don’t Mean To, is written from Sam’s point of view. Since my screencapping project has been so focussed on Frodo, I haven't really given Sam his due as a character, in terms of featuring him in frames. Jan’s poem will, I hope, help serve as a corrective.



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Book scene:~*Mount Doom, cont'd.


‘Your poor hand!’ he said. ‘And I have nothing to bind it with, to comfort it. I would have spared him a whole hand of mine rather. But he’s gone now beyond recall, gone for ever.’

‘Yes,’ said Frodo. ‘But do you remember Gandalf’s words: Even Gollum may have something yet to do? But for him, Sam, I could not have destroyed the Ring. The Quest would have been in vain, even at the bitter end. So let us forgive him! For the Quest is achieved, and now all is over. I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.’


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Sam: Reach...!







































































































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And I Don’t Mean To

~ by jan-u-wine



don't you lose him, Samwise Gamgee……..

don't....

lose him…...

and I don't mean to,
but see now I have,

I will...

Every step was a loss,
wasn't it,

every step,
and me not seeing until too late.

Not that there was aught for me to do.....
naught but follow as I have since I were a lad....

And yestereve....

yestereve,
when dark found us,

pressed
to unforgiving stone,

yestereve,
I counted each breath,

counted them
as they thinned and grew sparse.

And I drew the rough cloak about us,
knowing with certainty the smell,
the feeling which runs from you,

runs and drifts
like a cry cut in twain by the wind:

Death.

A world away, under skies of silver'd onyx,
(a lifetime gone by)
you named the stars for me,
fixed them

to their fiery places with Elvish music.

There is a star, now,
cutting clear and defiant between fire clouds....

Even here,
do you see,

even here,
even now,

the stars are still there....

That which touches us,
that which takes you...

It cannot climb that high....

Do you see?

On the morrow,
we do not speak of the star,

nor
anything else.

There is naught to speak of,
naught but these last moments,

and I would have them,

aye,

I will have
even these moments,

when I see,
already
you have gone where I cannot
follow,

that it is merely
stubborn will and not mind which keeps you
to your path.

I would have them,
have them all,

(and your feet and some last reserve of strength take you from me,
running straight and swift as ever you did at Home.....)

keep them within me,

(and you have come to it, at last, haven't you, and, oh, Master, I see your doubt,
your fear……

your desire......)

keep them safe,

(and a gentle heart gives over, finally,
and lips twist and sneer and a hand, unaccountably strong, takes what It will,

good

and evil
vanishing together in my muddied vision)

keep them....

(and yellow teeth close and tear and you roll and scream madness and blood and hate in impossible crimson heat)

these moments....

(and he is gone, his torment ended, but not yours, oh, still not yours, and your eyes ask me to let you go, and your fingers slip away from mine, and It floats like an evil promise upon Its bed of fire)...

keep......

(and I put all of Home in my gaze: the sweet-sharp green of Spring, the common bitter-brown of Gaffer's brew, the small sigh of a little river running hard by an orphan lad's window....

and a hand reaches, holds to mine, blood-slick yet sure, and a mind wrenches away from gold, dying there in the chasm below, and a heart chooses.....)

you, safe.

I did not lose you,

here,
at the end of all things.





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Entries in this series:


~ Sammath Naur Intro: "Why I fell for Frodo” ~ Main essay for series (this essay is friends locked).

~ Sammath Naur 1: ‘I’m here, Sam.’

~ Sammath Naur 2: ‘Throw It in the fire!’

~ Sammath Naur 3: ‘Just let It go!’, plus three poems by jan-u-wine.

~ Sammath Naur 4: ‘The Ring is mine’, plus jan-u-wine’s “That Which Is My Own”.

~ Sammath Naur 5: Gollum Bites, plus jan-u-wine’s “Frodo’s Remembrance of Gollum”.

~ Sammath Naur 6: Gollum Falls, plus essay on Gollum’s oath.

~ Sammath Naur 7: ‘Give Me Your Hand’, plus jan-u-wine’s “Within the Chamber”.

~ Sammath Naur 8: ‘Take my hand’, plus jan-u-wine’s “The Claiming".

~ Sammath Naur 9: ‘Don't you let go’, plus jan-u-wine’s “In the Garden of the Mind".

~ Sammath Naur 10: ‘Reach’, plus jan-u-wine’s “And I Don’t Mean To".



Other Tables of Links:


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

~ Frodo & Elijah Wood screencap entries



~ Mechtild


Comments:


Mona
lame_pegasus at 2007-10-17 05:02 (UTC) (Link)
My goodness. This poem is so incredibly gorgeous.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-10-17 12:58 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks for commenting, Mona. It really does justice to Sam's inner voice, or what might be his inner voice at this time, I think.
Estë   (or ST for short)
este_tangletoes at 2007-10-17 06:27 (UTC) (Link)
Oh my gosh! Thank you, Mechling.

when I see,
already
you have gone where I cannot
follow,


*heart clench*

--Estë
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-10-17 12:59 (UTC) (Link)
It's a killer, no? How it warms me to think of Sam thinking these things.
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Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-10-17 23:25 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you, Mews. Mercy really comes to the fore in this scene, even if it is a matter of urging Frodo to have mercy on himself. PJ and co. did a great job here.

I love the part in Jan's poem when her Sam urges him to see the Shire, and all the things he loved and which he gave so much for, in his eyes so that Frodo's will to live might be revived.
Prim
primula_baggins at 2007-10-17 14:30 (UTC) (Link)
"‘But do you remember Gandalf’s words: Even Gollum may have something yet to do? But for him, Sam, I could not have destroyed the Ring. The Quest would have been in vain, even at the bitter end. So let us forgive him!"

I think I read once that Tolkien said the main message of LOTR was that of mercy. Forgiveness was the trait that both Bilbo and Frodo had that carried them through and helped them to succeed as far as they did.

It's interesting how the light changes in your screen caps, and I recall how the light and sound undulated during the movie adding to the drama. Such powerful images.

Something I just now noticed looking at the last screen cap is that even after the ring has melted, we can still see the script that was written on it! Amazing.

Thank you.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-10-17 23:30 (UTC) (Link)
I think I read once that Tolkien said the main message of LOTR was that of mercy. Forgiveness was the trait that both Bilbo and Frodo had that carried them through and helped them to succeed as far as they did.

That is so true, Primula. Although Frodo, as suggested to Mews above, seemed to have difficulty showing mercy to himself.

It's interesting how the light changes in your screen caps, and I recall how the light and sound undulated during the movie adding to the drama. Such powerful images.

I thought the flashing back and forth of brilliant and shadowy lighting in this scene worked superbly. At a literal level it stood for the flaring up and dying down of the fires in the chasm. But I think it "read" at a deeper level as the interplay between light and dark within Frodo, and within the heart of the story, brought to a climax in the Sammath Naur scene.

Yes, capping the scene I, too, saw that the Ring, once it's fiery letters emerge as it floats on the surface of the lava, retains the letters, the letters dissolving when the Ring does. *Very* cool touch.

aliensouldream
aliensouldream at 2007-10-17 20:17 (UTC) (Link)
A stunning sequence of images and a very beautiful poem. These lines in particular moved me - I could picture Frodo teaching Sam the stars:

A world away, under skies of silver'd onyx,
(a lifetime gone by)
you named the stars for me,
fixed them

to their fiery places with Elvish music.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-10-17 23:19 (UTC) (Link)
I love that in Tolkien's world generally--the depth and richness of a shared past (in this case between two people and not wider cultures), and the multi-layeredness of memory; things which I think jan-u-wine picks up so well.

Thanks so much for offering your thoughts, Aliensouldream.

Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-10-17 23:22 (UTC) (Link)
P.S. I love that photographic series of Elijah Wood--the one from which your icon is taken. I wish he were playing roles [these days] that allowed him to be as interesting and intriguing as he appears in your icon. Well, maybe one of these days....
Aprilkat
aprilkat at 2007-10-18 01:44 (UTC) (Link)
Wonderful work from both capping and poem. Sam's last great effort and the way the way their eyes speak for them just killed me.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-10-18 02:23 (UTC) (Link)
Their eyes really *are* wonderful in this scene, I agree.
Elycia
elycia at 2007-10-25 13:06 (UTC) (Link)
a mind wrenches away from gold, dying there in the chasm below, and a heart chooses

Remarkable! It really is a chilling touch in the film that the Ring holds its physical form for so long atop the lava, and finally disintegrates only after Frodo has made a conscious choice to abandon it and return to the living.

I can't thank you enough for this fascinating essay you've shared with us. It has made me think very hard and reconsider my assumptions both about the book and the movie.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-10-25 18:48 (UTC) (Link)
It really is a very interesting thing that the film does in this scene, by having created the Frodo-hanging-on scene, and only showing the Ring melting (being destroyed) *after* Frodo has made the interior decision to live. Not a book concept, but a very cool one which works superbly in the screen adaptation.

Thanks so much for commenting, Elycia. I'm glad you enjoyed the essay, and the poem from which you quoted. I'll pass your note on to jan-u-wine, who is not on LJ. :)
frodosweetstuff
frodosweetstuff at 2007-11-08 20:57 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you so much again, oh Queen of the Screencaps! :)
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-11-10 02:23 (UTC) (Link)
You are welcome, Frodosweetstuff. I am glad you are enjoying these! (I *love* your icon.)
frodosweetstuff
frodosweetstuff at 2007-11-12 15:40 (UTC) (Link)
Aww, thank you! I wait all year to be able to use it! We had the first snowfall a fortnight ago in this country (although nowhere near where I live!!!) so I thought it was time to make it my default icon again. :D
Mechtild
mechtild at 2007-11-12 16:00 (UTC) (Link)
I'm hoping for snow here. Last winter, for the first time in ages, we had a brown Christmas--and a brown January! This is a very cold place that typically has plenty of snow. If not I can always look at your icon! :)
frodosweetstuff
frodosweetstuff at 2007-11-12 16:12 (UTC) (Link)
Last winter was very warm over here, too! It had everyone very worried.

Or you could look at this: http://frodosweetstuff.livejournal.com/214823.html#cutid1

:)
julchen11
julchen11 at 2008-01-06 00:52 (UTC) (Link)
Jesus! Those caps are gorgeous ...

"Even here,
do you see,

even here,
even now,

the stars are still there....

That which touches us,
that which takes you..."

"and a hand reaches, holds to mine, blood-slick yet sure, and a mind wrenches away from gold, dying there in the chasm below, and a heart chooses"

This post is KILLING me! And I will die happily!
Wow ... it's unbelievable!
I'm so glad I visited your wonderful little home here, mechtild. I won't miss a single word or image.
Now I have to re-read and re-watch and re-think and re-dream ...
I'll come back, you can be sure.

Never would I ever leave you !
And Jan!

It was the best day of the year so far!
*hugs you both*
Mechtild
mechtild at 2008-01-06 01:01 (UTC) (Link)
Because you commented, Julchen, I read this post again. And the poem again. As you said,"This post is KILLING me!" -- yet, "I will die happily!" It *hurts* to read this, and it makes me cry, but it is so darned *GOOD*!!!! That's half the reason it makes me cry--like crying over a sky full of wisps and puffs and towers of clouds at dusk or the wing of a dragonfly up close. For me, to see beauty causes pain, but the more painful the beauty, the sweeter it is. I suspect this is true for you, too. Perhaps of many who love Frodo and LotR.

Thanks so much for all these gorgeous comments you've been posting all aftenoon, Julchen. They restore and swell my spirit.
(Anonymous) at 2008-01-06 03:38 (UTC) (Link)
I pray that neither of you, dear friends, will die (happily or no) upon the *points* of this poem's blade. But I do very much appreciate how it has touched you both. Your feelings, fresh with reading, allow me to revisit my own.

thank you both!

jan
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