In this last section, I will feature jan-u-wine’s poem, All That I Deem Precious. The LotR text continues from “Mt. Doom”, The Return of the King.
Notes: As usual, the screencaps have been altered for more brightness, greater contrast, and sharper focus.
This set is perhaps my favourite set of caps. Certainly, the first four frames are my favourite screencaps of Frodo I have yet done. The look on his face in these frames as he listens to Sam’s opening remarks (“Do you remember the Shire…?”), almost hurts me to look at. The guileless trust in his face is so vivid it gives me physical pangs. Yet I love to feel pangs brought about by such beauty of face and spirit.
In these four caps, Frodo’s face reminds me of the face of a very ill child being humoured by his mother, who, underneath her sweet calm, is desperate to distract and encourage him to keep him from death. “There once was a king who lived by the Sea...” she might begin, repeating a favourite story. Or, she might promise, “When you are better, we shall ride in a carriage, and have high tea, and order all our favourites....”
The final caps, when Frodo says, “I am naked in the dark, Sam, with no veil between me and the wheel of fire,” give me pangs, too. But that hurt is a different sort of hurt.
In the Tolkien text, night has fallen. Sam, feeling clearer in his mind and more resolved, is watchful. The dark becomes very deep and Sam feels for Frodo’s hand and finds it cold. Frodo, asleep, is trembling and shivering.
'I didn't ought to have left my blanket behind,' muttered Sam; and lying down he tried to comfort Frodo with his arms and body. Then sleep took him, and the dim light of the last day of their quest found them side by side. The wind had fallen the day before as it shifted from the West, and now it came from the North and began to rise; and slowly the light of the unseen Sun filtered down into the shadows where the hobbits lay.
‘Now for it! Now for the last gasp!’ said Sam as he struggled to his feet. He bent over Frodo, rousing him gently. Frodo groaned; but with a great effort of will he staggered up; and then he fell upon his knees again. He raised his eyes with difficulty to the dark slopes of Mount Doom towering above him, and then pitifully he began to crawl forward on his hands.
Sam looked at him and wept in his heart, but no tears came to his dry and stinging eyes. ‘I said I’d carry him, if it broke my back,’ he muttered, ‘and I will!’
‘Come, Mr. Frodo!’ he cried. ‘I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you and it as well. So up you get! Come on, Mr. Frodo, dear! Sam will give you a ride. Just tell him where to go, and he’ll go.’
All That I Deem Precious
~ by jan-u-wine
for the small
of my life to run
a sort of strange,
at the thought.
be better so.
after I have gone,
will find your
I cannot remember,
I cannot see,
in this Darkness,
Does it shine
with impervious beauty
that which lies
within my hand?
Does it whisper
which I may spend
within its warmth?
Do not cry.
It is like
within the confines
of my heart,
Jan-u-wine's Lord of the Rings-based poetry may be found at LotR Scrapbook.
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I am sure there are dozens of others (I really have not read that much of what's out there), but here are links to three really good fics I’ve read which portray this part of Frodo’s journey, his agonizing trek to Mt. Doom. Most of you have already read them, but some of you, fellow late-comers to fanfic, may not have.
In the Dark by Ariel
Breeze by Illyria
On Gorgoroth Plain by Teasel
* All of these stories are rated G, and have no discernible sexualized or romantic content. Why On Gorgoroth Plain should be housed in WotM’s slash section, I have no idea.
If any of you have read other Gorgoroth fics that have touched you deeply, or which you particularly admire as writing, please mention them below.