[identity profile] slashfairy.livejournal.com
for [livejournal.com profile] foxrafer on the occasion of her birthday


Billy remembers how it felt, singing in the Great Hall. Faramir present by his exile, the loss of his courtly love for home and country singed by his father's madness and the fires of Mordor. Pippin, who had had so little interest in anything but Merry and home, now clad in the livery of Minas Tirith, alone of the company to protect Middle Earth against this darkness from the East, sitting, legs dangling, on the cold marble bench in the enormous space, his thin clear voice a bit of white smoke from an unquenchable light rising like incense to the ceiling before.

He'd never been much of a one for singing in church before that. But he'll never forget how prayer rises in song from the heart, now. He'd meant to bring the song to life. He'd never thought it'd bring such life to Faramir's struggle, or to the way one man's- or hobbit's- life can mean so much in the bigger scheme of things.


For you, love. Doesn't nearly do justice to scene or actors or characters, but I love you dearly, and not least for your love of Pip and Faramir and Billy and Dave and all things LotR.

Many happy returns.

The Muster

Mar. 23rd, 2010 09:40 am
[identity profile] foxrafer.livejournal.com
The one thing that immediately comes to mind when I think of the scene "Marhsalling at Dunharrow" is a little bit from the commentary: Dom having difficulty saying Rohan and Billy's infectious laughter. It's incredibly silly but cracks me up every time.

Since that by itself isn't something I wanted to post, I wrote a ficlet from the perspective of one of the men of the Mark.

Title: The Muster
Author: [livejournal.com profile] foxrafer
Characters: A man of Rohan
Rating: G
Word count: 172 words
Disclaimer: All make-believe and not written for financial gain; the characters belong to Tolkien
Warnings: None
Author's note: Written for "Marshalling at Dunharrow" (scene 29 from The Return of the King), one of the March 2010 themes at [livejournal.com profile] nzstories. This is a first-person narrative, written almost as a journal entry by one of the men. I hope the style isn't too weird.

The Muster
[identity profile] foxrafer.livejournal.com
I really can't say anything about this scene. Not because I don't love it; quite the contrary. You're going to think I'm an overemotional sap but just reading the transcript made me cry and trying to grab a few caps and hunt down a clip was just a bit much. So we'll just let the scene speak for itself. Please discuss, critique, laugh at my super sentimental self (*g*), whatever inspires.

Home is behind the world ahead
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadow to the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade
All shall fade
All shall fade

a few caps and a clip are behind the cut )
[identity profile] foxrafer.livejournal.com
All the seeds Gollum has been planting finally come to painful fruition in this scene and it kills me every time. Or to be super accurate Sam kills me every time. Such frustration, rage, desperation and anguish. While it may not be the first time I had tears in my eyes watching this movie, I think it was the first time they started to fall.

What to say about this scene? )
[identity profile] foxrafer.livejournal.com
For many years Return of the King was the only film I had seen in the theater and this was one of the scenes that completely blew me away. The majesty, the music, the meaning. Everything was stunning and gorgeous and made me very emotional. (Not ashamed to admit I shed a few tears.) Even now after hearing the jokes the cast and crew made on the commentaries (all of which make me laugh) I'm still incredibly moved by the lighting of the beacons.

Source: The Lord of the Rings Image Library

I can't embed the video but the scene has been uploaded to youtube.


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