Mechtild (mechtild) wrote,
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Escape from Sammath Naur Pt. 1: The leap over the lava, plus jan-u-wine’s “They Are Here”.

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I capped this scene primarily because of my fondness for Frodo’s impressive jeté over the river of lava, but also because I wanted caps to go with jan-u-wine's poem, They Are Here.

Written from Frodo’s point of view, in the midst of the downfall of Mt. Doom and Barad-dûr, the poem shows Frodo standing at the edge of hope, a hope as yet not quite realised.

The caps are not a *perfect* match to the poem, but I had already screencapped Frodo being carried off by the eagles in two other enries (which also featured poems by jan-u-wine). So I decided to cap this moment, the escape from the Sammath Naur.

A book text, very tender, very true to the characters, and Jan’s poem, are posted below the caps.



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Book scene, from The Field of Cormallen (which picks up where the scene left off, back at the end of Mount Doom):


‘I am glad that you are here with me,’ said Frodo. ‘Here at the end of all things, Sam.’

‘Yes, I am with you, Master,’ said Sam, laying Frodo’s wounded hand gently to his breast. ‘And you’re with me. And the journey’s finished. But after coming all that way I don’t want to give up yet. It’s not like me, somehow, if you understand.’

‘Maybe not, Sam,’ said Frodo; ‘but it’s like things are in the world. Hopes fail. An end comes. We have only a little time to wait now. We are lost in ruin and downfall, and there is no escape.’

‘Well, Master, we could at least go further from this dangerous place here, from this Crack of Doom, if that’s its name. Now couldn’t we? Come, Mr. Frodo, let’s go down the path at any rate!’

‘Very well, Sam. If you wish to go, I’ll come,’ said Frodo’ and they rose and went slowly down the winding road; and even as they passed towards the Mountain’s quaking feet, a great smoke and steam belched from the Sammath Naur, and the wide of the cone was riven open, and a huge fiery vomit rolled in slow thunderous cascade down the eastern mountain-side.


Frodo and Sam could go no further. Their last strength of mind and body was swiftly ebbing. They had reached a low ashen hill piled at the Mountain’s foot; but from it there was no more escape. It was an island now, not long to endure, amid the torment of Orodruin. All about it the earth gaped, and from deep rifts and pits smoke and fumes leaped up. Behind them the Mountain was convulsed. Great rents opened in its side. Slow rivers of fire came down the long slopes towards them. Soon they would be engulfed. A rain of hot ash was falling.

They stood now; and Sam still holding his master’s hand caressed it. He sighed. ‘What a tale we have been in, Mr. Frodo, haven’t we?’ he said. ‘I wish I could hear it told! Do you think they’ll say: Now comes the story of Nine-fingered Frodo and the Ring of Doom? And then everyone will hush, like we did, when in Rivendell they told us the tale of Beren One-hand and the Great Jewel. I wish I could hear it! And I wonder how it will go on after our part.’

But even while he spoke so, to keep fear away until the very last, the sky far off was clear, as the cold blast, rising to a gale, drove back the darkness and the ruin of the clouds.





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They Are Here

~ by jan-u-wine


The Mountain:

it runs

Red
with fire.

Red

like that
which
falls from
my hand

to touch
its face.

It is torn,
like me,

sundered,

broken
to its very
roots.

Its anguish
tears
at itself,
at me.

This
is my
doing.

My undoing……

Its undoing.

Sluggish,
the river of its
blood

rises
to meet mine.

When I was small,
I always
feared
that I should
drown.

I am small again.

Sam.

Eyes
scratched by
unshed tears
look into
mine…..

A hand,
still strong
with purpose,
clasps
mine.

Here is
the last Road
we shall walk
together.

We need not
take
even a single step.


Somehow,
in the black
confusion
of clouds,
I look to the West.

Pale light
of a sudden
lives there,

and a sunburst
of joyous,
green-clad

gentle
Hills.

The Shire.

Oh.

Between
fierce,

fire-tongued air,
there comes
a drift

of sweet Spring.

I know it is
only
a dreme,
but it is
enough.

I am ready now.


Sorrowful
grey ash,
like evil snow,

shrouds
that which
advances
upon our helplessness.

Ash….

and….
something else….

falling
soft
and crisply sharp
upon ruin'd rock.

Feathers.

Feathers….

great
and small,
fallen
from
swift wings.

It is
but
another dreme,
is it not?

From far away,
I think
on that
other
Adventure

and the sweet
ending
of it.

Cries
touch
the throat
of the air.

Cries,

and the gnarled
softness
of a large
hand
holding me fast
even as I fall.

The chill'd
rush
of consciousness

leaving me
bleeds
into the
push
of the wind,

feathering
ever higher
through clouds
bright with Light.

Everywhere…….
everywhere,
golden,
gentle,
warm,
blinding,
blessed
Light.

Within the haven
of this happy dreme,
I smile a last smile,
I summon a last
hopeful thought:

The Eagles.

They have come.

They
will take
us

Home.





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The eagles caps:

I did make screencap posts, but last year, featuring Frodo being carried by the eagles. They were made to showcase other superb poems by jan-u-wine.


Fullscreen caps of Frodo borne by the eagle:

~ with There and Back Again.


Widescreen caps (plus others from the fall of Barad-dûr):

~ with Frodo's Journal.




Recent entries:


~ Sammath Naur Escape Pt 1: Leap over the lava, plus jan-u-wine’s “They Are Here".


~ Sammath Naur Escape Pt 2: ‘It’s done.’


~ ‘I can see the Shire’ in widescreen, plus jan-u-wine's “March 25”.




Other Tables of Links:


~ Entries with jan-u-wine's poems.

~ Frodo & Elijah Wood screencap entries



~ Mechtild
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