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threeplusfire"Death is not the end; it is but another step on the journey, one we all must take." -Gandalf the White
I have been awake since half past nine this morning. My pies are waiting in the fridge.
Went to see Return of the King this morning with my mother and sister. My sister has a morbid fear of spiders, worse than my own, and my mother conveniently neglected to tell her about Shelob.
If these stories only give us one thing, it is the sight of even the smallest of hearts reaching for good in the face of overwhelming evil. That we are capable of so much more than we might believe of ourselves.
I have cried a lot today. When Arwen turns her horse, when Pippin sings and Faramir rides towards the river, when Aragorn sings at Minas Tirith and when Elrond pushes Arwen towards him, when the horsemen of Rohan charge towards the armies of Mordor screaming, when Eowyn speaks to Theoden on the field, when Sam picks Frodo up and carries him up Mount Doom... it's one of those things that I love about certain movies. You forget where you are, and that the people on the screen are actors, that Gollum is a creature of pixels and motion capture suits, you forget that it isn't real. It is real. It is real.
Afterwards I exchanged presents with my family, since I won't see them in the morning. My mother gave me something and I broke down in sobs in the parking lot of the theater. It's the last bottle of Moravian wine I brought home from the Czech Republic. It's a bottle I thought I would never see again, short of finding my way back to Kromeriz perhaps. It is the twin to the bottle I lost, destroyed by a cat years ago. It's a bottle of white wine that smells like the linden trees and the summer I started to find my way. She saved it all this time, and I didn't know. I never thought I would see it again. There are no words for this joy, for this gratitude.
I have been awake since half past nine this morning. My pies are waiting in the fridge.
Went to see Return of the King this morning with my mother and sister. My sister has a morbid fear of spiders, worse than my own, and my mother conveniently neglected to tell her about Shelob.
If these stories only give us one thing, it is the sight of even the smallest of hearts reaching for good in the face of overwhelming evil. That we are capable of so much more than we might believe of ourselves.
I have cried a lot today. When Arwen turns her horse, when Pippin sings and Faramir rides towards the river, when Aragorn sings at Minas Tirith and when Elrond pushes Arwen towards him, when the horsemen of Rohan charge towards the armies of Mordor screaming, when Eowyn speaks to Theoden on the field, when Sam picks Frodo up and carries him up Mount Doom... it's one of those things that I love about certain movies. You forget where you are, and that the people on the screen are actors, that Gollum is a creature of pixels and motion capture suits, you forget that it isn't real. It is real. It is real.
Afterwards I exchanged presents with my family, since I won't see them in the morning. My mother gave me something and I broke down in sobs in the parking lot of the theater. It's the last bottle of Moravian wine I brought home from the Czech Republic. It's a bottle I thought I would never see again, short of finding my way back to Kromeriz perhaps. It is the twin to the bottle I lost, destroyed by a cat years ago. It's a bottle of white wine that smells like the linden trees and the summer I started to find my way. She saved it all this time, and I didn't know. I never thought I would see it again. There are no words for this joy, for this gratitude.
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Date: 2003-12-24 01:57 pm (UTC)Re: the Kromeriz wine
Date: 2003-12-24 02:40 pm (UTC)Oh!
I am so happy for you! I looked so hard, exhausted so many potential channels from my vantage-point, trying to find another for you--even if it wasn't the same year, so long as it came from the same place... I'm so pleased another bottle showed up. Your mother must be awesome.
I cried in many of the same places. In the desperate separation of Merry and Pippin ("We are going to see each other again, right Merry?"), Pippin's song as Faramir rides to certain doom, Sam's admitting he didn't think there would be a return journey, Eowyn's battle with the Witch King and the subsequent words with her father (you actually saw her fear, but she didn't submit, didn't quit), and Elrond's expression as he gave Arwen over to Aragorn...
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Date: 2003-12-24 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-25 01:12 am (UTC)