I hadn't planned to cap this segment, but, looking at the larger sequence this week, I thought, why not? The moment when Frodo looks around and first realises what has been set in motion by the destruction of the Ring is a wonderful one.
Alas, there is no poem [yet] for this post, but there are great book excerpts. Directly below are two passages in which Tolkien describes the destruction of the world Sauron has made. They give a vivid sense of what Frodo is seeing in these caps.
Actually, I think Peter Jackson's portrayal of the fall of Sauron, with the Nazgûl hurtling across the foreground like “flaming bolts”, rocks bursting asunder and mountains and towers sliding into the abyss, lava surging and rolling and spewing up like plumes of incandescent sea spray, translates the written text into sight and sound in a way that is unforgettable. It is thrilling, sublime, and beautiful.
~*~~ Book scene from Mount Doom:
There was a roar and a great confusion of noise. Fires leaped up and licked the roof. The throbbing grew to a great tumult, and the Mountain shook. Sam ran to Frodo and picked him up and carried him out to the door. And there upon the dark threshold of the Sammath Naur, high above the plains of Mordor, such wonder and terror came on him that he stood still forgetting all else, and gazed as one turned to stone.
A brief vision he had of swirling cloud, and in the midst of it towers and battlements, tall as hills, founded upon a mighty mountain-throne above immeasurable pits; great courts and dungeons, eyeless prisons sheer as cliffs, and gaping gates of steel and adamant: and then all passed. Towers fell and mountains slid; walls crumbled and melted, crashing down; vast spires of smoke and spouting steams went billowing up, up, until they toppled like an overwhelming wave, and its wild crest curled and came foaming down upon the land. And then at last over the miles between there came a rumble, rising to a deafening crash and roar; the earth shook, the plain heaved and cracked, and Orodruin reeled. Fire belched from its riven summit. The skies burst into thunder seared with lightning. Down like lashing whips fell a torrent of black rain. And into the heart of the storm, with a cry that pierced all other sounds, tearing the clouds asunder, the Nazgûl came, shooting like flaming bolts, as caught in the fiery ruin of hill and sky they crackled, withered, and went out .
~ Book scene from The Field of Cormallen:
And even as [Aragorn] spoke the earth rocked beneath their feet. Then rising swiftly up, far above the Towers of the Black Gate, high above the mountains, a vast soaring darkness sprang into the sky, flickering with fire. The earth groaned and quaked. The Towers of the Teeth swayed, tottered, and fell down; the mighty rampart crumbled; the Black Gate was hurled in ruin; and from far away, now dim, now growing, now mounting to the clouds, there came a drumming rumble, a roar, a long echoing roll of ruinous noise.
‘The realm of Sauron is ended!’ said Gandalf. ‘The Ring-bearer has fulfilled his Quest.’ And as the Captains gazed south to the Land of Mordor, it seemed to them that, black against the pall of cloud, there rose a huge shape of shadow, impenetrable, lighting-crowned, filling all the sky. Enormous it reared above the world, and stretched out towards them a vast threatening hand, terrible but impotent: for even as it leaned over them, a great wind took it, and it was all blown away, and passed; and then a hush fell.
The Captains bowed their heads; and when they looked up again, behold! their enemies were flying and the power of Mordor was scattering like dust in the wind. (…)
Frodo: It’s gone!
Frodo: It’s done.
Sam: Yes, Mr. Frodo. It’s over now.
The ground shakes and Sam and Frodo clamber higher up the rock.
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