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Gorgoroth Revisited, Pt. 3a: ‘Do you remember the Shire’, plus jan-u-wine's "Another Sunless Dawn".

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This entry features the first part of the “taste of strawberries” screencaps, but in widescreen, screencaps made to complement another of jan-u-wine's narrative poems, Another Sunless Dawn.

Like Where You Are Bound it is written from Sam’s point of view. It picks up images from the book scene posted in the previous part, but also carries a flavour of the excerpt posted here. Like the previous piece, jan-u-wine's poem stabs me to the heart. But so honest is it (like Sam, its speaker), so raw its emotion, so bleakly beautifully its expression, each time I read it I want to be stabbed all over again.


Book scene from Mount Doom.


‘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 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.’

As Frodo clung upon his back, arms loosely about his neck, legs clasped firmly under his arms, Sam staggered to his feet; and then to his amazement he felt the burden light. He had feared that he would have barely strength to lift his master alone, and beyond that he had expected to share in the dreadful dragging weight of the accursed Ring. But it was not so. Whether because Frodo was so worn by his long pains, wound of knife, and venomous sting, and sorrow, fear, and homeless wandering, or because some gift of final strength was given to him, Sam lifted Frodo with no more difficulty than if he were carrying a hobbit-child pig-a-back in some romp on the lawns or hayfields of the Shire. He took a deep breath and started off.



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Film Scene: Do You Remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo?


Sam and Frodo climb, then crawl up the side of Mt. Doom. They collapse. Frodo seems completely spent. Sam raises himself and pulls Frodo to him, cushioning his head on his lap.

Sam: Do you remember the Shire, Mister Frodo? It'll be spring soon, and the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket, and they'll be sowing the summer barley in the lower field, and eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?


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Another Sunless Dawn

~ by jan-u-wine



Another black night,

another
few
steps.....

another sunless dawn.

Evr'y day
the darkness
of the shadows
beneath your eyes
grows.

They
echo
that which lies
within.

Night
approaches you,
wrings
the last bit of light
from your voice.

Silence.

In the same way
I know,
somehow,
when I touch
the errant life
rising
from the ground
that it cannot live,
so I know,
with surety,
that you are dying.

It is of little matter
that it is not
the broken
shell
of body
that surrenders...

no,
it is of
little matter.

Ragged,
empty weeping
wakes me:

Some one
who was my friend
grieves
in the dark.

In the sudden stillness
of my heart,
I understand
you
are saying
good-bye.

Not
to me.

To
yourself.

Silence.

Again,
silence.

Another black night,

another
few
steps.....

another sunless dawn.

As if
we were Home,
and
t'were a morning
of hopeful Spring,
I fold the cloak's worn
comfort
about you....

careful....

careful
not to touch
That
which binds you
to this bitter Road
(for then the death
in your eyes
turns
back to life:
life driven
by evil,
chained to a
single
thought).

From somewhere
in memories
buried by sorrow,
I find a smile,
in case you might see,
and hold your hand,
first against the slow
beat
of my heart,
then
against
your own.

Do you feel it?

That river
that runs yet
inside
us both,
that current
that holds
the thread of our lives
entwined
with the tapestry of the World.

I see the small
startled
light
quicken
behind your eyes.
There is pain
there
and
shame

and despair.

If I could,
I would hold you
to life.

If I could,
I would bear
what you
no longer can.

But that
would kill you,
too,
wouldn't it?

For just this little
moment,
the warmth of my hand
shelters
the unfeeling
cold
of yours.

Please.

While there
is yet time,
before the darkness
shutters
the last of your light,
tell me
farewell.


Another black night,

another
few
steps.....

another sunless dawn.





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Pierre Vinet's publicity photo for this scene:












Fullscreen caps of this scene:


~ Gorgoroth Pt. III ~ On the slopes of Mt. Doom, with jan-u-wine's "Even As I".




Entries in the ‘Gorgoroth Revisited’ series:


~ Gorgoroth Revisited 1a: “None Left”.


~ Gorgoroth Revisited 1b: ‘No Return Journey’.


~ Gorgoroth Revisited Pt. 2: Frodo falls, plus jan-u-wine’s “Where You Are Bound”.


~ Gorgoroth Revisited Pt. 3a: ‘Do you remember the Shire’, plus jan-u-wine’s “Another Sunless Dawn”.


~ Gorgoroth Revisited Pt. 3b: ‘Let us be rid of it’, plus jan-u-wine’s “The Last Hours”.




Other tables of Links:


~ Entries with jan-u-wine's poems


~ Frodo and Elijah screencaps Main Page.



~ Mechtild

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