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Rivendell 15 ~ Bilbo’s Gifts IV: Bilbo’s remorse, plus jan-u-wine's Rivendell Suite Pt. 8.

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This is the last of the Rivendell series. Well, not the very last, in terms of the overall film: I did post a set of caps for the EE scene of the departure from Imladris two years ago (see link at bottom of page). But this is the last entry in the current series.

For this post, I just want to say how much I love the book excerpt quoted below. Bilbo is deeply moved, but waves off Frodo's heartfelt thanks with a laugh and a dose of his hearty manner, changing the subject. But as if he's wandered into yet another tender area, he breaks off, looks out the window and sings a little song. "He always used to joke about serious things," Frodo observed to Gandalf seventeen years earlier. It is like Bilbo to deflect open emotionalism with a bluff manner and a bit of humour. It is not only like Bilbo, it is like most hobbits. As Merry explained to Aragorn in the Houses of Healing, "it is the way of my people, to use light words at such times and say less than they mean. We fear to say too much. It robs us of the right words when a jest is out of place."

But the song Bilbo chooses to sing is very apt for the occasion, and I have always wondered if he was supposed to have made it up on the spot, or if it was something he'd sung for years and pulled out to express his feelings at that moment. It is pensive, and threaded with wistful yearning, but obliquely expressed, with a light tone and a modest, homely style. Either way, I am sure its meaning and the sentiment behind it was not lost on Frodo.

In addition to the caps, book and film scenes, I am privileged to feature the last poem in the Rivendell Suite. This final installment in the cycle first reflects Bilbo's point of view, then Frodo's. While jan-u-wine has written here to the film scene, she lets the more deeply developed relationship in the book shine through.



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Book scene: from The Ring Goes South.


[Bilbo has just presented Frodo with Sting and the mithril shirt, along with some good advice.]

‘I cannot thank you as I should, Bilbo, for this, and for all your past kindnesses,’ said Frodo.

‘Don’t try!’ said the old hobbit, turning round and slapping him on the back. ‘Ow!’ he cried. ‘You are too hard now to slap! But there you are: Hobbits must stick together, and especially Bagginses. All I ask in return is: take as much care of yourself as you can, and bring back all the news you can, and any old songs and tales you can come by. I’ll do my best to finish my book before you return. I should like to write the second book, if I am spared.’ He broke off and turned to the window again, singing softly.

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

It was a cold grey day near the end of December. The East Wind was streaming through the bare branches of the trees, and seething in the dark pines on the hills. Ragged clouds were hurrying overhead, dark and low. As the cheerless shadows of the early evening began to fall the Company made ready to set out. They were to start at dusk, for Elrond counselled them to journey under cover of night as often as they could, until they were far from Rivendell.

[Description follows of the Fellowship in readiness to leave.]

Their farewells had been said in the great hall by the fire, and they were only waiting now for Gandalf, who had not yet come out of the house. A gleam of firelight came from the open doors, and soft lights were glowing in many windows. Bilbo huddled in a cloak stood silent on the doorstep beside Frodo. Aragorn sat with his head bowed to his knees; only Elrond knew fully what this hour meant to him. The others could be seen as grey shapes in the darkness.

Sam was standing by the pony, sucking his teeth, and staring moodily into the gloom where the river roared stonily below; his desire for adventure was at its lowest ebb.

‘Bill, my lad,’ he said, ‘you oughtn’t to have took up with us. You could have stayed here and et the best hay till the new grass comes.’ Bill swished his tail and said nothing.


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Film scene:


[Bilbo comes to his senses, shocked and grieved as what he has done dawns on him. He glances at Frodo remorsefully.]

Bilbo: I'm sorry I brought this upon you, my boy! I'm sorry that you must carry this burden....

[Turning away, Bilbo sits heavily on the bed.]

Bilbo: I’m sorry for everything!

[Bilbo weeps. Coming up behind him, Frodo puts a comforting hand on Bilbo’s shoulder. Bilbo clasps it and presses it to his cheek.]
















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Rivendell Suite 8

~ by jan-u-wine


How well I remember
when he was

but
a lad.

How

he loved
all
the small and simple

vestments of the world,

how

he would stand,
amazed,

at the enchanted
winking

of a star,
or

still his breath,

in favour
of the linnet's
sweet song.

Oh, my lad.

It is no longer
given me

to hold you fast
against

all that dwells within
the shadow'd night,

nor
even

from that which yet
lives

beneath the Sun's golden
circle.


Within
*that* circle,

dying,
like this day,

It
glints,

lying close about your throat,

like the thief
It is.


Remember that, my lad:

It
is the thief,
the lie-monger,

the remover
of life.

Remember
this

moment,

when I have changed
before
your eyes,

and you,

forever,
before mine.


Remember *me*,
my son-who-never-was,

my lad-that-should-have-been.

Give me your hand,


Promise
we shall

say
"fare well"

in tomorrow's grey dawn
and not

farewell.

Say that you
forgive

me.






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Never should I begin
to repay

the indebtedness
of my heart

or know,
even,

the reckoning
of so large

a bond.

These well may be
our

last moments
together.

And he bows his head,
(Uncle),

who has always been so
proud,

he
bows his head,

(cousin)

and begs my forgiveness.

With all my heart,
cousin,

uncle,

*friend*.

With all my heart.

Namárië.

Fare well.













Previous entry:

Photobucket ~ Riv. 14: Bilbo’s Gifts 3 – Bilbo’s transformation, plus jan-u-wine's Rivendell Pt. 7.

Related entry:
~ Riv. 16: Farewell to Rivendell – caps from the widescreen EE version (posted Feb 9, 2007).

Other Links:

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


~ Main table for all entries


~ Mechtild
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