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Mt. Doom river of fire

For the Anniversary of March 25: Jan's 'The Plea of the Evenstar' , art by Bandwench and Alan Lee.

Posted on 2012.03.25 at 08:12


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mechtild at 2012-03-26 14:32 (UTC) (Link)
March, 25. Such a strange day. Day of victory and their worst suffering. So strange and so spesial

That says it very succinctly. Tolkien's work is embedded in variations on this irony. Maybe its the bedrock of the book's enduring truth and gut appeal.

Thank you so much for stopping by to read. If you liked this poem, you will probably like reading jan-u-wine's work further. This piece is representative of her work. There's a link to a page I made listing all her work posted in this LJ. It's in the side bar, but here it is in this comment, if you would care to browse her work:


For the poems posted with sets of screencaps, you'll see the order is per the order of the film's scenes. But the posts were not done in chronological order. There are lots of other pieces, not posted with screencaps, which you can find linked in the sections below the screencap one. Jan-u-wine has done reams of splendid, thoughtful work. I am not typically a reader of fanfic poetry, but hers is in a category all its own. I think it is my favourite fanfic I've read, although it is in the form of verse, not prose.
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mechtild at 2012-03-27 12:20 (UTC) (Link)
You are most welcome.
jan_u_wine at 2012-03-27 22:37 (UTC) (Link)
Hi, Alice! Please don't apologize for your English....I think it is your heart that is speaking here, and we can hear and feel it very well.

I'm so glad that you dropped in and that you liked the post. As you say, March 25 is quite a strange day. It is like this bit in ROTK:

"And all the host laughed and wept, and in the midst of their merriment and tears the clear voice of the minstrel rose like silver and gold, and all men were hushed. And he sang to them…until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness."

March 25: a day on which are hearts are wounded, forever, with beauty and triumph and sorrow. It is a good and beautiful wounding and one from which we, I think, should hope not to recover.
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