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NF-Lee's Gildor and Frodo

Elanor is born, Pt. II ~ Frodo Reflects.....

Posted on 2006.09.22 at 16:40

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Illyria
illyria_novia at 2006-09-22 23:46 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, God, God, God... Mechtild, that is easily the most powerful, most piercingly painful poem by Jan-u-wine. I'm blubbering in tears now as I write this. I am reminded of Bagoas saying to Alexander that the child of dreams outlive the sons of seed. But you can't hold the sons of your dream, can you, you can't kiss the top of their heads and smell the sunshine in their hair, you can't feel their tiny fingers wrapped around yours. Powerfully tragic poem, Mechtild. Thank you for posting it here so we can read it.
pearlette
pearlette at 2006-09-23 00:04 (UTC) (Link)
*sniffles and points to Illyria's post*

What she said.

That last line totally finished me off.

Frodo's childlessness gets to me particularly because I'm facing up to that very own issue in my own life. Don't get me wrong, I'm not in constant mental agony or anything. I'm just 44 and facing reality.

I love Frolijah's expression in this sequence. Just look at that boy's eyes. They tell you everything.

*shakes her head with admiration*
Map-Maker, Lighthouse-Keeper
marinshellstone at 2006-09-23 00:22 (UTC) (Link)
Can I add you? loved the story you wrote...

(I'm Christy, by the way...was "Hadara" on TORc for a few years and mostly hung around in the Frodo/Elijah forum.)
Mechtild
mechtild at 2006-09-23 00:30 (UTC) (Link)
It's a powerful theme to many of us, I think. I didn't marry young. We began trying to have a child the next year, even though I was immersed in graduate school, because we knew my time was short. I didn't conceive and we despaired of it, figuring I was just too old. We adjusted, and stopped fretting over it.

Funny. Thirty-seven seemed so old to me then. Now I can see I was still quite young, although not in terms of fertility.

I always feel as though we just *chanced* to get her, as if she showed up on our doorstep in a basket with a note like Paddington Bear. I guess it's still hard for me to latch on to the fact that I actually got to have a child, except for the fact of her. You never know how things will turn out.

I love Frolijah's expression in this sequence. Just look at that boy's eyes. They tell you everything.

Yes, they do. But I see it far more clearly in these still frames than when the film is rolling.

Mechtild
mechtild at 2006-09-23 00:16 (UTC) (Link)
Illyria, I'm so glad you found it moving. I didn't want to feel like I was a nut-case, falling apart at this particular image.

But you can't hold the sons of your dream, can you, you can't kiss the top of their heads and smell the sunshine in their hair, you can't feel their tiny fingers wrapped around yours.

No, you can't. Frodo himself would never know what he would come to mean to so many, the sons and daughters of his dream. But, they, too, would like to kiss the top of his head and smell the sunshine in his hair. And I don't mean that in a swoonish way.

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