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For the Anniversary of the Fall of Barad-dur; 'Hope' by jan-u-wine and art by John Cockshaw.

Posted on 2014.03.24 at 17:49
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Barad-dûr and Mt. Doom, variation 2, by John Cockshaw-TEASER crop

~ Detail from The Stronghold of Barad-dûr and The Fires of Mount Doom, Variation 2, by John Cockshaw.



I can never let the anniversary of the fall of the Dark Lord go by without commemorating it. This year jan-u-wine has risen to the occasion, going deep inside Frodo's consciousness for telling glimpses of his experiences during that day. Below I have copied out what is, for me, the most compelling description of the place where Frodo must contend, within and without, with the Eye. It's not from Return of the King, though, but from the end of Fellowship of the Ring. Frodo, in grief and fear, has put on the Ring to escape Boromir and ascended Amon Hen. Looking out from the Seat of Seeing, recovering himself, he finds his sense of perspective restored -- that is, until he finds his gaze drawn and held by the Dark Lands and its Lord.

This passage meant all the more to me after reading Jan's poem, where a similar thing happens, or so it seems to me, in reverse. In 'Hope', Frodo emerges from a state of thrall, his perspective narrowed to a point, to find his perspective restored after the Ring is destroyed and the Tower fallen. Not only perspective, but hope.

A brief discussion of the illustrations featured in this post, and their creator, John Cockshaw, follows the poem.




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From The Fellowship of the Ring, "The Breaking of the Fellowship":


He was sitting upon the Seat of Seeing, on Amon Hen, the Hill of the Eye of the Men of Númenor. Eastward he looked into wide uncharted lands, nameless plains, and forests unexplored. Northward he looked, and the Great River lay like a ribbon beneath him, and the Misty Mountains stood small and hard as broken teeth. Westward he looked and saw the broad pastures of Rohan; and Orthanc, the pinnacle of Isengard, like a black spike. Southward he looked, and below his very feet the Great River curled like a toppling wave and plunged over the falls of Rauros into a foaming pit; a glimmering rainbow played upon the fume. And Ethir Anduin he saw, the mighty delta of the River, and myriads of sea-birds whirling like a white dust in the sun, and beneath them a green and silver sea, rippling in endless lines.

But everywhere he looked he saw the signs of war. (...) All the power of the Dark Lord was in motion. Then turning south again he beheld Minas Tirith. Far away it seemed, and beautiful (...). Hope leaped in his heart. But against Minas Tirith was set another fortress, greater and more strong. Thither, eastward, unwilling his eye was drawn. It passed the ruined bridges of Osgiliath, the grinning gates of Minas Morgul, and the haunted Mountains, and it looked upon Gorgoroth, the valley of terror in the Land of Mordor. Darkness lay there under the Sun. Fire glowed amid the smoke. Mount Doom was burning, and a great reek rising. Then at last his gaze was held: wall upon wall, battlement upon battlement, black, immeasurably strong, mountain of iron, gate of steel, tower of adamant, he saw it: Barad-dûr, Fortress of Sauron. All hope left him.



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Barad-dûr and Mt. Doom, variation 2, by John Cockshaw-1000 pixels wide




Hope


No longer do I know the day.

It is not only the Sun,
withheld…..

not only fearsome dark
pressing upon me,

pressing me

to the vomited
sharpness of
the Mountain’s

black cloak.


No.

I count upon my fingers
the days…..

I number with the night’d
wheel of my thoughts

what month it should be,

what day,

which…..

hour.

Only a waiting silence
answers.


Only
the surety that this day,
this day,
when-ever it might be,

this day
will bring an end.


I am beyond fear,
beyond courage

or virtue.

A silencing
runs though me,

my heart stilling
like a great river

stopping
beneath Winter’s touch.

Somehow,
it is good

to loose myself,
to not be Seen,

longer,
by so foul an Eye,

to not hear,
longer,

smoke-tendril’d whispers,

the thistle-barb of them
wrapped

about my every thought.

It becomes a resting,
to give over,

thus,

a place of dreme and sweet sleep
by compare to all those

days I have forgot.


Still.

There is something,

something
I was sent here to do,

some thing that yet
yearns within me,

the taut fingers of it
bloody with desire.


I cannot

rightly
remember,

yet
my hand

touches
that which it should not,

frees It from Its chain,

holds It.

It will look fair upon my hand.

And the World opens before my eyes,
bare

and barren,
sullied for all of time.

My heart keeps pace with the fire waiting but one shortened step below.

Someone,
someone is crying out.

No.

They are screaming,
great tearing

rents of sound,

like gouts of blood,

stabbing and showering
the air,

the red of the walls,
the thickened atmosphere of this terrible place.

I.

I think
I shall scream

forever.


If I were able to know such things,
still,

able to measure time
(instead of being measured by it),
I should know

how very shortly quiet
(and all save one of my companions)

fell.

There was nothing, then.

Nothing.

Once again,
I am carried beyond myself.

Beyond this place,
this moment,

this ending,
I am borne,

the world a glorious
tumult,

a soft-clouded,
wondrous ruin.

I know this day.

It is a day of shadow
and sun,

death and life,

defeat
and victory.

It is the day
of

Hope.




Summit of Mt. Doom-700 pixels wide, by John Cockshaw

The Summit of Doom, by John Cockshaw.




Author's Note: March 25 is, indeed, the day ‘of Hope’. Frodo and Samwise were named “Hope” by Gandalf (Bronwe Athan Harthad (Endurance Beyond Hope) and Harthad Uluithiad (Hope Unquenchable) after their sacrifices in the War of the Ring. Perhaps of more import, one of Aragorn’s many names was Estel, meaning “Hope”, and given to him at his fostering by Lord Elrond.

When Aragorn and Gilraen, his mother, parted, she said, knowing that his destiny was to attempt to restore Middle Earth, and that they would not meet again:

“I give Hope to the Dunedain. I keep no hope for myself”.



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About the Art:

I originally planned to make this entry a part of my ongoing "Tolkien Landscapes" series in which I've been featuring drawings and paintings by J. R. R. Tolkien. But his only detailed drawing of Orodruin is more a reference sketch than an illustration, as if he made it to help keep the setting clear in his mind as he created the scenes in which the Ring is finally destroyed.

The pictures for this post were created by a young Tolkien artist from Yorkshire, UK, John Cockshaw. I found a few of his pictures on Google images, searching for other illustrations suited to March 25, pictures showing Mt. Doom and Barad-dûr. I found Mr. Cockshaw's blog and asked permission to use his work. Visit his website and browse: From Mordor to the Misty Mountains: Original artwork inspired by the tales of Middle-earth .

The pieces above, like most of the work featured in Cockshaw's blog, show scenes from Tolkien's tales, especially natural and architectural settings of narrative significance. Many are remarkably evocative, using form and colour in a way that invites the viewer to enter into the scenes imaginatively. Most are created digitally, using photographic elements, but at least one blog entry demonstrates Mr. Cockshaw is a talented draftsman: see New collection of pencil work: the silence, the wisdom, and the watchfulness... , posted in an entry from last month.




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Previous entry:
Tolkien w pipe-ICON ~ Happy 122nd Birthday, J.R.R.T., with vintage photos and new poem by jan-u-wine, 'Mea Cuppa'.

Other Links:
Nan's Reunion-ICON ~ All entries featuring jan-u-wine's poems.


Comments:


Shirebound
shirebound at 2014-03-24 23:33 (UTC) (Link)
What a heart-rending, soul-soaring poem. Thank you for reminding us of this very important anniversary.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2014-03-25 00:30 (UTC) (Link)
Shirebound, you are welcome. I appreciate your comment so much. I agree, of course. :)
Prim
primula_baggins at 2014-03-25 01:22 (UTC) (Link)
Beautiful entry.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2014-03-25 03:35 (UTC) (Link)
I'm so pleased it pleased, Primula! Thanks for stopping.
Lavender Took
lavendertook at 2014-03-25 01:30 (UTC) (Link)
What a fearsome hope Jan has painted--I'm glad Frodo could feel it still.

The artist is like an impressionistic Alan Lee.

Happy Ring Day to you both!
Mechtild
mechtild at 2014-03-25 03:37 (UTC) (Link)
The artist is like an impressionistic Alan Lee.

I hadn't thought of that, Lavender. Alan Lee is my favourite Tolkien illustrator, as a matter of fact.

Happy Ring Day to you, too -- and as for "a fearsome hope", you ought to know, O Survivor. :)
Mariole
mariole at 2014-03-25 03:24 (UTC) (Link)
Wow! Powerful entry, Mech. Lovely poem, awesome art.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2014-03-25 03:41 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you, Mariole! I'm so glad the poem and artwork struck a chord. Let us raise our tankards to the downfall of Barad-dur, and to the heroism of the Fellowship, especially its smallest and most humble. :)
ambree40
ambree40 at 2014-03-25 13:56 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you both for this beautiful post. That scene on Amon Hen is so suspenseful, with the Eye and the Voice struggling for control over Frodo's mind. And Frodo shows his own strength of mind by being able to choose for himself and doing the only thing that will keep hope alive.

Jan's poem is just as suspenseful. It's chilling until you reach the final part where Frodo is carried away "out of the darkness and the fire" and hope returns. I loved it.

Thank you so much for the link to Mr. Cockshaw’s website.
jan_u_wine
jan_u_wine at 2014-03-25 20:23 (UTC) (Link)
wow, Ambree, what a well-thought-out response! I'm so glad you enjoyed the post so much. I am so grateful for Mechtild's work in crafting all of these. She is truly a jewel among hobbits (or humans)!
diem_kieu94
diem_kieu94 at 2014-03-25 14:34 (UTC) (Link)

Hooray for Ring Day!!!

I am SO happy to see your work again, metchild and Jan-u-wine - and it's as beautiful as ever!!

Jan-U-Wine - You've recaptured Frodo's struggle with the Ring on Mount Doom in such an incredible way!! Ah - the imagery!! THE IMAGERY!!

Metchild - Love Love Love the post and the artwork!! It makes me want to watch the whole trilogy again!!!

- Happy Fall of Barad-Dur!! This date shall be marked on every calendar of mine until the day I am cured (which I hope will NEVER come!)
jan_u_wine
jan_u_wine at 2014-03-25 20:24 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Hooray for Ring Day!!!

Happy Ring Day to you, as well, Diem! I'm very happy that you loved the post. I think the artwork is simply stunning with the poem, and I'm so glad Mr. Cockshaw allowed us to use it.

thank you for visiting!
 Paulie
not_alone at 2014-03-25 22:50 (UTC) (Link)
Many thanks to both of you for this powerful and moving post to celebrate the destruction of the Ring:)
jan_u_wine
jan_u_wine at 2014-03-25 23:08 (UTC) (Link)
How lovely it is to see you, Paulie! I hope things are better with you (or as Gandalf said: "how's your shoulder?"..and i hope the answer is: 'better than it was')

so very glad you enjoyed the post!
Hobbity forever
periantari at 2014-03-26 02:48 (UTC) (Link)
Very awesome drawings and poem! Really enjoyed this entry very much. Great job to Jan-u-wine and the artist.

Happy New Year!!!
Mechtild
mechtild at 2014-03-26 12:22 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, thank you, Periantari. I am incredibly gratified the post has been so appreciated. Makes me feel the Anniversary was truly commemorated. :)
antane at 2014-03-27 17:59 (UTC) (Link)
Greetings and sorry to be so late in admiring the latest masterpiece from our dear jan-u-wine. I don't know why my email notifications that you have posted something aren't coming through anymore. My poor brain only remembered today that you normally post something celebrating such a great day. Love the art from John. Oloris Publishing is going to be publishing a book of it. This was a great day for Middle-earth and Frodo realizes it at the end here but as always jan brings out what is happening within Frodo and shows the terrible cost of what it took to come to this day. We are privileged that she and he have given us the honor to be this exposed to him and have him reveal so honestly and fully what this meant. How many people would be this brave to be as vulnerable and open and tell what is really going on? What a blessing he trusts her to express himself.

Namarie, God bless, Antane :)
Mechtild
mechtild at 2014-03-28 01:25 (UTC) (Link)
as always jan brings out what is happening within Frodo and shows the terrible cost of what it took to come to this day (...) What a blessing he trusts her to express himself.

I know Frodo is a fictional character, but jan-u-wine really does enjoy a high degree of privileged communication. :) I feel immensely lucky, Antane, to be a beneficiary.

Thanks so much for stopping in and commenting so appreciatively!

Edited at 2014-03-28 01:26 am (UTC)
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