Words of loss, defiance and hope
Last night I watched The Fellowship of the Ring and The Two Towers, fast forwarding through much of the big battle scenes, I have to confess, and through Frodo and Sam's wearying journey with Gollum and Merry and Pippin's encounter with the slow-speaking Ents. Even so there are many wonderful scenes, and I looked for the places where words speak of loss, defiance and hope. The movies are dominated by visuals and music, but the words are powerful. I liked these, though they are not all I found by any means, and I thought you might like to see them again -
Where is the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
They have passed like rain on the mountains,
like wind in the meadow.
The days have gone down in the west,
behind the hills, into shadow.
How did it come to this?
I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.
So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do in the time that is given you.
Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.
It's like in the great stories, Mr Frodo, the ones that really mattered, full of darkness and danger, they were, and sometimes you didn't want to know the end because how could the end be happy? . . .
Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr Frodo, I do understand, I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't, they kept going because they were holding on to something.
What are we holding on to Sam?
That there's some good in this world, Mr Frodo, and it's worth fighting for.
What do you fear?
A cage, to stay behind bars until use and old age accept them,
and all chance of valour has gone beyond recall or desire.
I made a promise.