Here begins a series of four entries, all detailing the film moment in which Frodo is hanging from the side of the Sammath Naur. It’s self-indulgent, since he really does not look that different from frame to frame. Four entries of screencaps?? But his face is so beautiful in these, and so variously poignant, I couldn’t resist.
Besides, presenting four sets of caps allows me to present four more of jan-u-wine’s brilliant Sammath Naur poems.
I love this poem, Within the Chamber. Maybe it is my favourite, but I can never decide, there are so many. When I read it I imagine post-Quest Frodo out walking on a fall evening in the Shire at dusk, then, quite unsuspecting, falling into the past. The darkest moment of his past: the claiming of the Ring. It wows me, this poem.
Since this scene of Frodo hanging over the fiery chasm never happened in the book, there are no book excerpts to go with it. I have included parts of the book text in some of the entries, after the caps, as reminders of what happened in the book version.
The script, which is very minimal, appears as individual lines of dialogue posted directly where they go in the sequence of frames.
As ever, the screecaps for this series (and all the Sammath Naur screencaps) have been considerably brightened and sharpened. They all come from the fullscreen version of RotK.
Sam: Give me you hand!
Within the Chamber
~ by jan-u-wineSomehow,
between moon-rise and sun-set,
I missed the path.
Covered deep in leaves, it was,
burdened beneath words and
and tales told twice
under duck-head-blue skies....
fell headlong into otherwhen,
as if it were but a moment gone,
red-eyed, red-tongued fire
and shadows of terror swaying
walls blooded in an age fallen to dust.
islands drifted beneath my feet,
and the river which
to the brother that weighted me.
Never have I been so sure of myself.
Never have I been.....so....
as the quick-slice of a blade,
this division of me
My hand moves.
It cannot be me that moves it,
I know it cannot
and my mind wills it to not move,
and I feel my own fingers at my throat,
the broken chain drop careless
to the ground.
What must I be doing,
that you look at me
with such despair....
But you cannot help me,
The voice twines itself
my every thought,
by my own heart-beat,
night falling like a carrion-crow
across the windows of my mind....
It laughs and takes me
It has only waited,
until I should bring It here,
that It should watch my torment,
Like the tender touch
of a lover,
like the fangs
of a serpent
into waiting flesh,
the delicate caress
closing my eyes
with an image
Of a sudden, the World is large again,
and the sound
rushes back in upon me,
like an angry sea.
There is nothing left.
Nothing to do
I will just lay my head down and rest here,
until this kindly fire
culls death from the doors of uneasy dreme.
Entries in this series:
~ Sammath Naur Intro: "Why I fell for Frodo” ~ Main essay for series (this essay is friends locked).
~ Sammath Naur 1: ‘I’m here, Sam.’
~ Sammath Naur 2: ‘Throw It in the fire!’
~ Sammath Naur 3: ‘Just let It go!’, plus three poems by jan-u-wine.
~ Sammath Naur 4: ‘The Ring is mine’, plus jan-u-wine’s “That Which Is My Own”.
~ Sammath Naur 5: Gollum Bites, plus jan-u-wine’s “Frodo’s Remembrance of Gollum”.
~ Sammath Naur 6: Gollum Falls, plus essay on Gollum’s oath.
~ Sammath Naur 7: ‘Give Me Your Hand’, plus jan-u-wine’s “Within the Chamber”.
~ Sammath Naur 8: ‘Take my hand’, plus jan-u-wine’s “The Claiming".
~ Sammath Naur 9: ‘Don't you let go’, plus jan-u-wine’s “In the Garden of the Mind".
~ Sammath Naur 10: ‘Reach’, plus jan-u-wine’s “And I Don’t Mean To".
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