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NF-Lee's Gildor and Frodo

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

Posted on 2007.09.04 at 20:58
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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.


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?



Another Sunless Dawn

~ by jan-u-wine

Another black night,


another sunless dawn.

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

that which lies

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


In the same way
I know,
when I touch
the errant life
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
of body
that surrenders...

it is of
little matter.

empty weeping
wakes me:

Some one
who was my friend
in the dark.

In the sudden stillness
of my heart,
I understand
are saying

to me.




Another black night,


another sunless dawn.

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


not to touch
which binds you
to this bitter Road
(for then the death
in your eyes
back to life:
life driven
by evil,
chained to a

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

Do you feel it?

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

I see the small
behind your eyes.
There is pain

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,
wouldn't it?

For just this little
the warmth of my hand
the unfeeling
of yours.


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

Another black night,


another sunless dawn.


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


eandme at 2007-09-05 02:34 (UTC) (Link)
Yes you're right, the poem stabs you to the heart. So beautiful. Thank you for this post. It is painful to be there, but I wouldn't want to be without it.
mechtild at 2007-09-05 18:57 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks for posting, Eandme. It is good to be wounded by beauty, of art and of character.
illyria_novia at 2007-09-05 10:09 (UTC) (Link)
I have run out of words to praise jan-u-wine's powerful, heartwrenching poems. No more words. Let the tears I shed when I read this one, and almost all her other poems, let the shiver that runs through my body, the pain in my throat, testifies to how much I admire and appreciate her work. Thanks for sharing these, Mechtild.
mechtild at 2007-09-05 18:59 (UTC) (Link)
It is a super poem; well, they both are. Well, most of them are, for that matter. She's got a gift. I suppose I am agreeing with you! Thanks so much for commenting, Illyria. I know Jan's poetry is available at an archive, but I love best to read them each in their own settings, with images to set them off. I'm just so happy she agreed to let me feature her work so often. I think they go together so well, the screencaps (or manips) and her lyric narratives.
julchen11 at 2007-09-05 10:28 (UTC) (Link)
This is so touching, your caps, Jan's incredible heratbreaking poem ... Just stumbled in at work, will come back to it later ...
Thank you, my dear ... I'm speechless at the moment, you'll see me again.

Lots of love and hugs,
mechtild at 2007-09-05 19:00 (UTC) (Link)
Hi, Julchen! Yes, the screencaps are winding down to the finish, but these Gorgoroth poems were just so powerful and so excellent, I thought they demanded some new images to go with them.

Thanks for the support and appreciation, Julchen. :)
shirebound at 2007-09-05 11:35 (UTC) (Link)
Gosh, this is why I can hardly bear to watch ROTK anymore. Scenes like this just rip my heart out. No wonder I write so much Frodo-comfort and happiness!

Hold onto him, Sam... don't let him go...
mechtild at 2007-09-05 19:08 (UTC) (Link)
It is always the case, for me, that there is no scenario more moving than a beautiful, noble character who suffers. All the more when they suffer beautifully and nobly. I was just writing to Pearl that my favourite scene in "The Whale Rider", a film I love especially for the character of Pai (Keisha Castle Hughes), is the one that rips me up the most: when she's doing her presentation at the local auditorium, looking anxiously at the faces of the audience for her disapproving grandfather, and he's not there. She keeps on going with her presentation, but more and more through tears. In that scene she is so brave, "so fair, so desperate", as Merry had said of Eowyn, how can I not be both stirred and destroyed? In the scenes in which Frodo is similarly brave, "so fair, so desperate", I love him with the same fierce passion.
shirebound at 2007-09-05 19:25 (UTC) (Link)
In that scene she is so brave, "so fair, so desperate", as Merry had said of Eowyn

That's a wonderful analogy. As I posted recently from Master of Middle-earth, "...in Tolkien's world as in ours it is not required of a man that he always love his burden or be patient under it -- only that he continue to bear it."

mechtild at 2007-09-06 03:27 (UTC) (Link)
I just finished "Master of Middle-earth", Shirebound. I got it from the library on your recommendation. I had assumed I'd read it but I hadn't, once I started it. I thought his section about the use of evil in the story, comparing it to the way Eru (Iluvatar) used the discordant music of Melkor to make the greater music all the more beautiful, really brilliant, his best point in the book. Your remark here reminds me to thank you for talking about the book in your LJ.

Yes, Frodo continued to bear his burden, first to last, no matter how much he hated it or wished to be rid of it. What a character!!!

Claudia's Cove
claudia603 at 2007-09-05 18:36 (UTC) (Link)
Those pics are just utterly heart-breaking...And beautiful poetry!
mechtild at 2007-09-05 19:09 (UTC) (Link)
You know that I agree! :) Thanks so much for commenting, Claudia.
frodosweetstuff at 2007-09-12 13:27 (UTC) (Link)
Oh gosh, that scene never fails to bring tears to my eyes. Thank you for the great screencaps!
mechtild at 2007-09-12 13:38 (UTC) (Link)
You are welcome again!
Lavender Took
lavendertook at 2012-01-10 05:01 (UTC) (Link)
There's the pain of Sam's witnessing of Frodo's fragmentation. His care not to touch the ring says it all here. So sad. So what these pics convey.
mechtild at 2012-01-10 13:17 (UTC) (Link)
The pictures and the piece interact really well, I agree.
jan_u_wine at 2012-01-11 03:43 (UTC) (Link)
Mechtild is the sommelier of art: able to pair pic to piece perfectly!

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