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At level 105, before Mordor, my minstrel was like: come on, Sammy! Show me what you got! Meanwhile the skeleton on the left is either losing it, or it’s having the time of his death (?).
The river besides Cormallen Field. Ithilien is just too beautiful.
I can’t get enough of Lorien and the Anduin.
After dying A LOT in Mordor, getting to see Aragorn’s coronation almost drew tears to my eyes.
Trip to Mount Mitake
This hobbit’s location in that thing called real world changed... and now I have the chance to explore the far East little by little, so I would like to post some pictures of my fndings, as I think these locations are lovely enough to easily imagine elves, hobbits and even ents treading its paths.
So yesterday we visited Mount Mitake, which is about 2 hours away from central Tokyo by public transport. It costs around 3000 yen and it’s a nice day trip, provided you don’t mind climbing stairs.
Here are a few pictures of the most popular hiking route around the mountain.
Thoughts about Boromir
First of all, I want to make very clear this is a post I saw in the Facebook discussion board for the Spanish Tolkien Society. If you wish to find the original, you can find it here. Since it is in Spanish and my blog focuses mainly on English speakers, I decided to post a translation made by myself so that I could share it.
I never really went back to ponder Boromir’s character, but after reading it, I feel like I understand him better and feel more sympathy for him.
So here it goes:
“Yesterday, I was putting laundry out to dry (what a way to begin a post, huh?) and I realised that Boromir is the one character from LoTR that I never really understood. Or, in other words, the character about whom I have had a more changing opinion over the years (decades, really!) ever since I read LoTR for the first time, and every time I have read it again.
At first, obviously, while I was a teenager, I considered him a “traitor”, Judas, the weak character who nobody likes, the selfish and corruptible guy. That was the opinion I held for a very long time. Easy, simple, unconflicted.
Later on, I started feeling pity for him. Basically, I thought it must be quite annoying to make the long trip to Rivendell, explain there that your land is up to knees in a war against the Shadow, and that you need help, only to be told in response “Chill out mate, there’s this untidy shady guy who is actually your legitimate King. He’ll go with you and solve all those things you cannot solve on your own. Oh, and obey what he says, his sword has a lot more swag than yours”. That must have been really frustrating. From pity, I guess I moved onto understanding.
Boromir, just like Frodo and Aragorn, has a task to complete, and it’s almost impossible to do so: to keep at bay the Enemy who wants to conquer all of Middle Earth, but he can only count on support from Gondor. No elves, no dwarves, no one will help them.
The difference between Frodo and Aragorn, and Boromir is that he cannot just choose not to carry out that mission.
In the council of Elrond, no one expected Frodo to come forth as a volunteer to carry the Ring to Mount doom. He chooses to do so, it’s his decision. Aragorn, perhaps, is more “destined” to try and reclaim the throne of Gondor and Arnor, but he is still an anonymous person: if he fails, or if he chooses to not come forward, the situation in the war against Sauron will simply remain the same. He chooses to take responsibility, and that is an act of courage and, as such, it is praiseworthy and admirable.
However, for Boromir, taking up the task of reconquering Osgiliath, travel on his own to Rivendel, command Gondor’s troops as their Captain against neverending armies... all of that is expected of him. It’s a load he never chose. It was tossed onto him. He’s his father’s favourite, but that also means he has a greater responsibility towards him. As his son, he must not fail him. In contrast, when Faramir fails, he just materialises his father’s prophecy of failure for him. If Boromir fails, the world (or Gondor) will collapse.
For Boromir, the act of courage, his own decision, would be to run away and let some other person take care of the war (Imrahil, for example). To be a coward, and fall into the background, that would be his act of courage and a personal decision.
So, on top of having to protect the biggest kingdom in Middle Earth (at least amongst the Free Peoples), having to be responsible for all military decisions in a world at war, go to a far way place instead of your brother (perhaps Boromir seeked a temporary escape of his responsibilities as Captain and his ever-judging father, just like some people go on Erasmus scholarships?), you get there and you’re told “oh yeah, you guys have a lot of fighting down there, but it’s also quite tough for us, you know?”. Well, I think it’s normal that you would feel like sulking and frustrated, to tell the truth.
In the end, to be honest, I like Boromir more and more, and feel sadder and sadder for his death. Even his death proved he was a man who thought of the others first, and that is something that is difficult to appreciate in the little time we have to know him during LoTR. That side of his is masked by his situation: far from home, surrounded by people who don’t appreciate his sacrifice and determination.
And now, I think I should go get the laundry I set out to dry yesterday...”
That was the original post. Apart from it, there were some other comments that contributed more insight into what Boromir must have felt, but I will post those in separate entries.
More posts soon
After a long hiatus due to hectic work and crazy work hours, I have more free time now to post stuff again. As of now, I am working on a new design for my elf-hobbit, and also on organising lots of pictures from my recent holidays. Hopefully I will have something nice to share soon :)
DANCING WITH SHEEP
Does it ever get any more epic? Maybe. I still have to go back to Minas Tirith and see if I will make it on time with the sheep Rohirrim to break the siege. In the meantime... while I was struggling to get all of them equipped and ready for battle, which involved looking for scared horses... I was tasked with gathering scared sheep. Yeah. Woohoo! Super epic quest. NOT. This is what I thought when I got it: drats, another senseless quest to give me an excuse to wander around and kill the stuff that wants to eat me.
Well, maybe... or maybe not! After gathering 20 sheep scattered all over the place, I must have taken extremely good care of the last four, because they refused to leave my side!! Even after returning them to their owner! To the safety of the thick walls of Ost Rimmon...! But nope. The sheep would have none of it. So they followed me across the fields. And into a Variag camp. And they stood valiantly while I rescued two Gondorian men. They even withstood the sight of many of their sisters slain cruelly and left to rot on the ground by those pillaging savages.
No elf ever had the privilege of being followed earnestly and tiredlessly by sheep across hills, fields, wargs, goblins, variags and, finally, marshlands.
Alas! For to the marshlands I headed and in there they disappeared. Their baaing company no more. Their sweet wobbling across the waters nowhere to be seen. So valiant! So... persistent! And they were lost. Lost to the bog lurkers!
But hope yet remains. I know in years to come, when the war of the Ring is over, rumours will talk of four bold sheep that live at the feet of the Rauros falls. And I will know it is them.
In the meantime, I know you can get a pet sheep somewhere.
It puzzles me when people cite LOTR as the standard of “simple” or “predictable” or “black and white” fantasy. Because in my copy, the hero fails. Frodo chooses the Ring, and it’s only Gollum’s own desperation for it that inadvertently saves the day. The fate of the world, this whole blood-soaked war, all the millennia-old machinations of elves and gods, comes down to two addicts squabbling over their Precious, and that is precisely and powerfully Tolkien’s point.
And then the hero goes home, and finds home a smoking desolation, his neighbors turned on one another, that secondary villain no one finished off having destroyed Frodo’s last oasis not even out of evil so much as spite, and then that villain dies pointlessly, and then his killer dies pointlessly. The hero is left not with a cathartic homecoming, the story come full circle in another party; he is left to pick up the pieces of what was and what shall never be again.
And it’s not enough. The hero cannot heal, and so departs for the fabled western shores in what remains a blunt and bracing metaphor for death (especially given his aged companions). When Sam tells his family, “Well, I’m back” at the very end, it is an earned triumph, but the very fact that someone making it back qualifies as a triumph tells you what kind of story this is: one that is too honest to allow its characters to claim a clean victory over entropy, let alone evil.
“I can’t recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, nor the touch of grass. I’m naked in the dark. There’s nothing–no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I can see him with my waking eyes.”
So where’s this silly shallow hippie fever-dream I’ve heard so much about? It sounds like a much lesser story than the one that actually exists.
Honestly, when I finally finished LOTR I was vaguely *unsatisfied* because it *wasn’t* what I was taught to expect.
You can totally see how entertained is my elf by accompanying Bingo in his adventure. I am not sure if the part where he sleeps and 8 wights attack us happens before or after this. I think it’s after. Which only goes to show...
It’s been a long time since I updated this... but here we go again! With a beautiful view of Weathertop, against the sunset sky :) Now that i am getting lost around Old Anorien I’ll try to capture more epic moments and post them here.
Like Mary Poppins, this piece is practically perfect in every way.
Even though I find it awfully funny, I think Glorfindel should have been referred to as the “Killer of Balrogs”. If I am not mistaken, he actually killed quite a few before dying in battle. If that isn’t metal, I’m not sure what is :P
I am back!
It has been a long hiatus, but I am at long last back. I might post pictures from my trips, or new recipes, or all of it!
J.R.R. Tolkien on the inception of The Hobbit.
*O* When you think he will never get to surprise you again... There you go. Absolutely great.