Top Lord of the Rings Moments

I recently saw a few blogs about the top Middle Earth moments, but was slightly disappointed with them. Yes, they had some good ones, but they left out some of the best parts and the reasons why they are the best. So, I decided to write the best parts of Lord of the Rings and why, mostly regarding the brilliant acting!

11: Gandalf vs. the Balrog

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Everyone knows the line that happens at this point of the Lord of the Rings movies. We’ve heard tons of jokes and seen tons of memes regarding Gandalf’s line “You shall not pass!” What makes this part so great? Personally, I think this part of the movie is Ian McKellan’s best scene containing his best acting. When he shouts that line, you can feel its power. It’s as if you are there in that moment, in Frodo’s place, witnessing it.

10: Boromir’s death

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This scene contains a lot of character building elements in it for a few different characters. I literally don’t understand why some people hate Boromir so much, it was temptation, it was his fatal flaw, but it did not make him a villain. When he speaks his last words, you see his true honor. It’s amazing he has any honor with a father like his. He was corrupted by what his father wanted.

In this scene, we also see Legolas’ reaction to death. He seems to be confused, looking at Boromir wondering what is happening. He never understood death and how it affects people when it’s someone they care about. Also, Aragorn is characterized even more so than before. We see his true kingliness come out.

9: Eomer finds Eowyn on the battlefield

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This scene has always been one of THE best scenes in the entire trilogy. Karl Urban does some breathtakingly amazing acting. When he finds his sister, thinking she is dead, his cries of pain and despair are so heart wrenching it’s as if my own sister has died. His acting is just so brilliant! The look on his face when this happens is painful.

8: Hiding from the black rider

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This scene is the spark that starts the painful burden Frodo has to carry. As Sauron’s servant is so close, almost touching them, Frodo feels the evil temptation of the ring. He almost puts it on, if it weren’t for his friends by his side. When we see the bugs crawling out and running away because of the ring wraith, it makes you feel almost exactly like the hobbits feel. If even the nasty, crawly little bugs are running from this guy, that is not a good sign. This is also when Merry understands somewhat what is going on.

7: Pippin’s song

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This scene has some major character changing elements in it. Pippin used to be a care free, not very smart hobbit. He didn’t understand the danger they were in, he didn’t understand why Frodo had to leave, or why he had to leave his closest friend to go to Minas Tirith. When he is before the father of the man who desperately tried to save his life, resulting in his death, all the understanding and emotion hits him. And this is why he volunteers to work for Denethor.

His character deepens the most in the scene with his song, because he has seen Denethor send Faramir off to his death, not even caring. It breaks Pippin’s heart. As Faramir and his soldiers are riding off toward Osgiliath, Pippin sings a song that basically explains the entire movie’s tone. The words touch my heart every time, not to mention how great of a singer Billy Boyd is! The whole thing is wonderful!

6: Sam’s speech 

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Yet another part of the Lord of the Rings trilogy that everyone knows. Frodo has almost given up and Gollum has returned into Smeagol’s mind. Everything seems to be over and all hope seems to be lost. They were so close to Mordor and then they were taken to Osgiliath. Sam has to convince Frodo that it’s not over. They can’t give up and they WILL make it to the volcano. He does the one thing he can, he tells Frodo what they are holding on to that is keeping them going.

5: “The way is shut”

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The scene when Aragorn is trying to get the ghosts to serve their last duty in order to be freed is one that a lot of people think is strange. The fact that there are ghosts causes some people to not be sure how they feel about the movies. For some reason, ghosts put people off.

Nonetheless, this scene is a great one. Aragorn becomes so much more powerful and intimidating when he blocks the ghost’s attack with his sword. The ghost king’s reaction to the remade blade is almost funny, because he is so surprised. Yet, in order to keep himself just as threatening, the ghost king fades away, laughing. Which is yet another cool scene.

4: The beacons are lit

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Again, another scene that is great thanks to Howard Shore’s brilliant music. I love watching, goosebumps forming, as each beacon lights and the music builds up. It’s great.

3: “No parent should have to bury their child.”

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Yet another scene that is great thanks to brilliant acting. When Theoden is finally freed from Sauruman’s control, he finds out that his son died. Just the death of a child alone would break a man, but it is even worse as he realizes that he was not there for his son in his last moments, he didn’t even care because he was being controlled.

When Theoden says this line, and he begins to cry, it is yet another emotional scene that is so powerful. You can feel his emotions. Imagining being in his place, it becomes even more real.

2: The company is formed

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The whole part of the first movie, from the forming of the fellowship up to the beginning of their journey is amazing. The hilarious moment when the three uninvited hobbits pop in. Pippin’s stupidity at the situation. It’s all great, but what makes this so amazing is when they, one by one, walk over the hill, the awesome music playing behind them, it’s just great. Music is one of the most powerful tools in provoking emotion.

1: Ride now!

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It is no secret that this is almost the best part of all the movies. The power in Theoden’s speech is amazing. As he shouts those words, that will always be stuck in my mind, you just want to stand up and start shouting, “DEATH!” It’s almost disturbing…but anyone who has seen it should understand. It is so amazing.

0: Bilbo wants the ring

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I put this on here as zero, simply because it is not necessarily a great scene, it’s just hilarious and terrifying at the same time. When Bilbo reaches for the ring and his face turns into an almost Gollum-like face, you want to scream and then laugh your head off. I think everyone is in agreement that this is the scariest part of the entire trilogy.

Obviously, there are many many more great scenes throughout these movies, and don’t think I like any of the movie less than it deserves. The entire thing is amazing, and all the tiniest scenes affect me in different ways. Each character has their share of characterizing mastery, thanks to Peter Jackson and Howard Shore.

Honestly, I don’t really care what anyone now thinks of Peter Jackson after the Hobbit trilogy, he is still amazing and he did what he had to do in order to make amazing movies and form Tolkien’s brilliant literature into a reality. Middle Earth might as well be real, now that you can go and visit many of the areas that are now known as Middle Earth in New Zealand.

The Lord of the Rings will always be the best movie in the universe.

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Chapter Four: A Short Cut to Mushrooms

Frodo woke up in a tree’s trunk, the elves were no where to be found from the night before they had spent with them. The elves had left them food. The plan was for them to head for Bucklebury. Pippin asks Frodo if he talked to Gildor, the elf, about the Riders they had run from. Frodo responds, saying that he did, which then Pippin asks if he talked with Gildor about the sniffing. “I’m sure it is very important.” Pippin said. We can see that Tolkien had meant to draw attention to that fact, therefore the sniffing is important.

Frodo worries about Sam, and he tries to convince Sam to go back by telling him about how dangerous it is going to be. Sam proceeds to explain how the elves told him not to leave Frodo, which surprises Frodo.

Already Sam is beginning to change. Frodo can see it in him, even though he looks just as his old self. Sam talks about the elves, speaking deeply about things Frodo didn’t expect to hear from his young friend. Just being in the presence of elves affected Sam, though he didn’t quite expect the elves to be what they turned out to be.

Sam tells Frodo that he now desires to keep going forward, not because of his previous desire to see elves, or dragons, but because he feels it is right. He doesn’t quite understand why, but he knows that he must. He feels like there is something he needs to do before the end.

After Frodo finishes breakfast, the three hobbits discuss their path ahead. Frodo makes an effort to avoid the road, even if it means walking through bogs. Pippin, who was the one arguing against it, finally agrees, stating that he will follow Frodo wherever he chooses to go.

The hobbits struggle through banks and bogs, getting caught up and stuck. As Pippin turns to look back in the direction they had come, he sees a horse and a dark figure standing beside it. The short cut did take a long time, but at least they avoided the black rider.

The detour takes much longer than anticipated, Pippin begins to complain again. Frodo, however, doesn’t want to get out into the open just yet.

At lunchtime, the hobbits begin to sing loudly, but are cut off suddenly by a piercing, evil scream, which is then answered by another. Frodo jumps up. Frodo understood, somehow, that there were words in the call, but he didn’t understand the meaning. All of them immediately think of the black riders, but do not speak of it aloud.

Before long, they stumble on Farmer Maggot’s farm; Pippin recognized it. They are getting close to where they want to go. Frodo sees the matter as another trouble. Pippin and Sam are confused at the statement. They believe farmer Maggot to be a good old friend and wonder why Frodo would think it a trouble to stumble on his land.

The reason for Frodo’s comment was from a childhood experience. When he was young, he would steal mushrooms from the farm. One day, Maggot showed Frodo to his dogs and told them to watch out for him. Frodo had been terrified of him and his dogs ever since. Pippin laughs and tells Frodo he will have to get over it, if he is to live in Buckland.

As they near the farm house, they hear Maggot call out to his dogs and they stop in fright, all except for Pippin. Farmer Maggot comes into view and simply asks what they are up to, and he recognizes Pippin right off. He tells Pippin he was just about to set his dogs out on strangers, due to the strange folk that had been wandering around.

Pippin asks to whom he is referring, and he tells him about the black rider he had seen.

Frodo mentions his fear of the dogs, and Maggot tells him they are harmless unless told to harm. When Pippin introduces Frodo as Mr. Baggins, it intrigues Maggot who tells them to come inside his home.

They go inside and discuss how they had come into Maggot’s land without his knowing, which they explain. The reason Farmer Maggot perked at the mention of Baggins was because of what the black rider had asked him.

Maggot tells the hobbits his whole conversation he had with the rider. It was much like that of all the others that had seen riders. The black rider had wanted to find a Baggins, but he knew that the only Baggins had left. The rider offered to give Maggot gold if he told him when he saw Frodo, he did not accept.

Maggot for some reason mentions all the rumors he had heard about the Baggins’. He tells Frodo he should have stayed in Buckland and he is smart to be coming back.

Farmer Maggot realizes it was not chance that brought the rider and Frodo through on the same day. Frodo laughs that he had been so scared of Maggot for thirty years and he wishes he hadn’t, for he could have had another good friend. Maggot realized that Frodo was probably planning on going to Buckleberry Ferry without being caught, which he is right about.

Frodo takes some convincing to stay for supper, only at the suggestion of Maggot taking them to the ferry by wagon does he accept.

As they ride the wagon, they don’t turn any light on. They worry that light will attract unwanted attention. It becomes very cold and the hobbits can’t even warm themselves by bundling up. They finally reach the ferry.

Suddenly they hear a horse coming. Frodo gets down and hides under blankets. Farmer Maggot demands to know the rider’s business. The rider says they are looking for Mr. Baggins, but it isn’t a rider at all! It’s Merry Brandybuck!

Merry tells them he had been looking everywhere for them. He had worried they had fallen in a ditch and thought they would never show up. After explaining how Maggot came to find the hobbits, Maggot tells them he best be off to go home.

Just before Maggot heads home, he hands Frodo a basket. Frodo laughs when he sees it is full of mushrooms.

3) After Middle Earth: Orcrist

Freesia began to panic, thinking about the orcish man she had seen. She knew from Frodo’s story what it meant when a sword glowed blue. But Sting is still in the possession of the Shire. The only other swords she knew of that could glow were Orcrist and Glamdring. Glamdring was Gandalf’s sword and Orcrist was Thorin Oakenshield’s.

Who was this man and whose sword does he have?

The man noticed Freesia looking at him and immediately jumped up. Freesia worried that he had seen the look of recognition on her face and would come after her. He began to walk, she couldn’t see where he was going because he slipped into the crowd. She started to walk back to the innkeeper, hoping she would be able to go to her room before the man caught her.

She was only half way there when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped. Turning around, she saw that it was the man. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her along with him toward a back hallway.

Once they were out of earshot to the lobby, the man lifted off his hood. This was far too much like Frodo’s story to be a coincidence. The man’s hair was very unusual. It was cut very short, so short Freesia wasn’t sure how he got it that way. It was no wonder he wore a hood. Freesia noticed that there was just the slightest point in the man’s ears. Not enough to be anything but a man, but men don’t have ears like that.

“Who are you?” they both asked simultaneously.

Freesia spoke first, “What do you mean ‘who am I,’ you are the one who dragged me back here. I’m just a simple hobbit that is stopping by for the night.” The man was surprised at her aggressiveness.

“Well, how ’bout you tell me how you recognized my blade?” he said. Freesia wasn’t sure how to answer. So she just went ahead and told the truth.

“I read about it. My ancestor, Samwise Gamgee had a book that was written by Frodo and Bilbo Baggins about their adventures. Bilbo saw that blade, although I’m not sure which one it is.”

“Orcrist.” he said almost automatically.

“How do you have it?” Freesia asked.

“I do believe that is not your business.” he said.

do believe that my recognition of the blade is not yours.” she retorted.

“Very well. If you must know it came to me by my ancestor’s good friend. It was given to him by his relative, Dain Ironfoot, who inherited it from Thorin Oakenshield.” Freesia became excited about the matter. This, too, was suspected by the man.

“Oh dear, how delightful! I had always wanted to see the relics of the stories for my own eyes! Would you mind if I had a look at it?” she said.

The man was slightly taken aback. Nonetheless, he unsheathed the blade and let Freesia have a look.

“Oh wow! It is just as Old Bilbo had described! Oh how I wish I could have met the old hobbit, he passed Old Took, you know, who had once been the hobbit that lived longer than any other. Of course, he did have the ring that made him live longer and he–”

“Ring? What ring?” he asked.

“Oh, you must know the tale of how Frodo Baggins destroyed the One Ring to rule them all!” she said.

“Yes, of course I do. But you must tell me about this old Bilbo. I had heard the tale of the ring’s destruction, but how did this hobbit fellow come by it?”

Surely he couldn’t be serious! She had thought.

“Well! Bilbo Baggins found the ring while trapped in the goblin kingdom in the Misty Mountains! While down there, an odd little creature called Gollum threatened to eat the poor hobbit. They had a game of riddles, and thanks to that little trinket, or so he had called it at the time, Bilbo won the riddle game. Gollum did not like this, however, and he betrayed their deal, which was for Gollum to lead Bilbo out of the caves. When he ran off, he tripped and the ring slipped onto his finger, causing him to disappear! And that is how Old Gandalf discovered that the “trinket” was actually the One Ring of power!”

“You are quite smart for a small thing, aren’t you?” he said.

“Pardon me, but I take offense to that!” she said. Again the man looked taken aback. “Wait a moment, if that blade is glowing, that should mean an orc is nearby!” Freesia exclaimed. “But all the orcs were destroyed. How can that be glowing?”

“Have you not heard? If you have not heard, surely you have seen the creatures that have been wandering about.” he said.

“Of course!” Freesia said, “What was that awful thing? It chased me all the way here to Bree! I had been worried Bree was no longer a hospitable place.”

“Those are not orcs. They are Scars.”

“Yes, I have heard the term.”

“Scars are like orcs in only one way. They were tortured to become what they are now. Only, they weren’t once elves, they were once men. That is why I am here. If men are being tortured, then that means there is an evil on this earth that is creating monsters of my people. Or my ancestor’s people I should say.”

“You keep going on about your ancestors. Who are they?” Freesia asked.

“Well, my name is Eoborn. My ancestor is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is why my ears are pointed slightly. He did marry an elf, after all.”

“Oh! That is marvelous! To think that I would ever meet a descendant of the great king Aragorn! And that you are related to Elrond as well! It must be a lovely title to have!”

“It would seem so. However, I fear there is evil in the heart of Gondor. Had things gone rightly, I would have been king of Gondor. But seeing as I am part elf, the people of Gondor suddenly decided to make a purely man royal line. They didn’t want any elf mixed in. I don’t see how this is a problem, seeing as I hold the last bit of elf to ever walk the earth. I don’t see how I could have been a threat to the royal line.”

“How terrible!” Freesia said, “That does indeed sound as though someone is desperately grasping for the throne. Perhaps you are right about there being evil there. Only a man hungry for power would be so desperate to do such a thing.”

“That gives me a great deal of reassurance to know I am not the only one to think so. Even if you are just a little hobbit girl.” Freesia raised an eyebrow at him, who smiled ever so slightly.

“If this is the problem, why are you here? You said that that is what led you here.” Freesia asked.

“It’s funny you, of all people to run in to, mention this. I too had read about the story of Frodo Baggins and discovered how Frodo had come to be part of the story. Gandalf, the wisest wizard that walked middle earth, had said something about the strength of those with the smallest stature. I thought that perhaps, in order to claim my throne, I would need someone of a sort like that. So I came here, on my way to the Shire, to find someone to share in my adventure.”

Freesia’s eyes widened with surprise. An adventure? Please do not ask me to come!

2) After Middle Earth: Bree

Far ahead, Freesia could see a gate. It was quite large and looked to be beat up and rebuilt several times. The door on the gate was shut. Her legs were almost giving in. She couldn’t bear the thought of stopping at the door with the creature behind her still running. Chasing. There was no where else she could go.

Freesia might as well have barreled right into a wall; she threw her body against the door, afraid of what might happen if she slowed even a little. She pounded a few times, but the body slam did just as well. A small piece of wood on the door slid open, it was too high up for her to be seen, she started screaming for them to let her in.

Luckily, the doorman didn’t waste time checking the lower opening that was used for hobbits. Freesia could only hope that whoever was on the other side of the door grasped the situation and would let her in on assumption that it was in fact a hobbit. There was no doubt that whoever it was could see the creature not far behind her.

The door cracked open and Freesia pushed through as quickly as her little legs would let her. The door closed far quicker than it had opened. She let out a sigh of relief, hoping it wasn’t too soon to relax. Looking around the town, Freesia could see that things were not quite functional. Everyone was doing something, but they weren’t happy about it.

Some were building up stronger fences. Some were reinforcing houses. One was standing right in front of Freesia, checking to make sure she wasn’t an enemy.

The doorman looked to be not quite tall enough to be a man, but not quite short enough to be a hobbit or a dwarf. Freesia could only assume it was a dwarf based on old Frodo’s story. The dwarf was looking Freesia in the eye, trying to decide what to do with her. There was no way she could go back, at least not right now.

The only thing Freesia could think to do was ask questions.

“What was that thing?” she asked him. He stared at her in silence for another moment. It didn’t look as though he was going to say anything. As he began to talk, his beard shook up and down, with no sign of his mouth underneath the hair.

“That was a Scar.” he said, “I ain’t seen none like you ’round these parts. What are ye, a dwarf child?” Freesia was taken aback at the dwarf’s manner.

“I’m a hobbit.” was all she could say at first. She was anxious at the feeling of all the unfamiliarity around her. Living in the Shire, she had never seen any folk except hobbits. All other folk seemed like simply legend. Elves and wizards left middle earth long ago. Men and dwarves kept to themselves in their own lands.

Bree had been a crossroad for all sorts of folk. Men, dwarves, hobbits. All sorts of strangers stopped by to stay the night on their journeys. And that was just it, no one went on journeys any more. Everyone grew to keep to themselves and care nothing of what is going on around them.

“A hobbit, eh?” the dwarf said, “I heard of ye, little folk with no chance at survival out here in the world. Never did un’erstan’ what kep’ ye little people alive in that little ol’ town o’ yers. If ye ask me, the shire is t’ be jus’ one big trap. Ain’t gon’ be long before Scars make ther’ way into yer town an’ start feedin’ of ye. Here in Bree, we’s got the best protection system in all o’ new middle earth.” He rambled on about Bree and its greatness as Freesia thought about what he had said about the Shire being in danger.

Freesia interrupted. “What is going on in the world?” she asked him.

“Why, one can’t be sure. I’s only seen what’s goin’ on in here Bree, but some often folk’ll find themselves in here, tellin’ tales about ther’ poor little towns an’ they espect me to go on an’ help ’em with whatever little favors they’s seekin’. Ain’t hardly seen a man around in ages. Some’s sayin’ that all’s the men all turned into those Scar beasties. It’s quite a fright t’ think that all men is those flesh eatin’ monsters.”

“What turned them into that?” Freesia asked. It scared her to think that that many men had become those things.

“I reckon somethin’ awful happened to ’em t’ make ’em that way. Folks sometimes sayin’ it ain’t possible to live in peace wit’ out no evil. They says that when the elves lef’, they thought they brought the bad wif ’em, but bad can’t jus’ leave. There’s gotta be bad in the world t’ keep the balance.”

Freesia wasn’t quite sure why the dwarf was telling her all this. She’s just a small, insignificant hobbit with no reason to want to know the affairs of the world. What could one hobbit do to stop a race of monsters? Not even Frodo or Bilbo had been alone in their adventures, and no one would ever want to join Freesia on such a terrifying, deadly, and pointless quest.

“You’s best find a nice place to sleep, yer not goin’ t’ wanna leave here Bree ’til the night is gone an’ the sun’s come up. Scars can’t be in the sunlight.” Freesia took his advice and headed to the Prancing Pony. She hoped there would be some nice fellow, a descendant to Butterbur, that would help her find a place to rest.

Upon walking into the inn, Freesia felt as though she herself was in Frodo’s tale. Tell Gandalf we’ve arrived. She would say. Underhill, the name’s Underhill, and these are my friends.

Everything was not quite as she had imagined it. The aroma that filled the air made the scene more realistic.

Freesia walked up to the front desk. Clearing her throat loudly a couple times, she got the man’s attention. He had to have been the only man around here that wasn’t a Scar.

“Um, may I please have somewhere to stay and rest until morning?” she asked. The man stared down at her. For a moment she thought she would be turned away, after all, she had no money to pay with.

“A hobbit!” the man said. Freesia was surprised he knew what she was. “Of course you can stay here! What, did you think I was going to turn you away to the Scars? Besides, I haven’t had a single hobbit stay in my hobbit sized rooms since I joined the business. How’s about you have a seat and get yourself something to eat.”

Freesia was delighted that someone would be so kind to let her stay with no money. Maybe everyone was wrong about Bree. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with it. Maybe no one wanted to come here because they heard bad tales about folk getting attacked on the road, never actually making it to Bree.

As she ate, Freesia looked around. It all seemed to fit the description perfectly. Tables, people. Even a strange man sitting in the corner. Wait. That’s odd. The moment Freesia noticed the man, he seemed to notice her as well. It was almost exactly like Strider, only, Freesia wasn’t sure this man was trustworthy as Strider had been, who actually later became king of Gondor.

Gondor. What had become of Gondor? And Rohan? Had they become old and run down like Bree has? They seemed so mighty and noble, but if all men have become Scars, then what’s left of the great kingdoms of men?

The man in the corner seemed to watch Freesia for a long, uncomfortable while. Freesia suddenly noticed something about the man that reminded her of another thing she had read about. He had a blade attached at his side. And it was glowing blue.

Fiction is Reality in Its Own Way

I was scrolling through some blogs today when I stumbled on a quote by Dumbledore in the seventh Harry Potter movie. I heard it perfectly clear when I watched the movie in theaters, but I only just now realized something about it.

It could be just me taking it in the way I understood it, or it could have been meant this way, but nonetheless the message is true.

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This totally started making me think about mental/emotional disorders.

Although the anxiety, ADD, ADHD, or even the extremes like schizophrenia are things that are simply in our heads, it doesn’t mean that it isn’t there.

People tend to have little or no sympathy for those who have mental disorders because they don’t understand and can’t see it. People often say things like, “Just because you have anxiety, doesn’t mean you can’t do things.” or “Your (insert disorder here) doesn’t control you.”

While it is true that you can fight your disorders and try your hardest to overcome it, it is not true that you can get rid of it entirely. And it is NOT EASY! However many people tell you that you are being ridiculous for your actions, you need to just take a step back, and ask yourself, “Is this something I could have controlled/done better?”

A lot of the time you will feel like you couldn’t have fixed it. That even if you had known the outcome of a situation, you wouldn’t have been able to change your actions. Even if this is true, you have to remember that you can’t overcome it simply by will and the desires of your heart. You can’t overcome these things on your own, but most importantly you have to realize that your disabilities/disorders are there. You have to accept that there is something there that needs to be taken care of.

I know from personal experience that mental disorders are misunderstood. When I first learned what anxiety really was, I was shocked. All of those things that define anxiety were…me.

When I tried to bring it up with my mom, she simply said something along the lines of “maybe we should take you to a doctor,” which is parent code for, “If I say this, will you forget about it and move on?”

After a LOOONNNGG time, I finally got to the point where I was breaking down over little things like someone eating my ice cream or someone telling me that I was wrong. Everyone around me thought that I was being stupid or ridiculous. They didn’t understand why I was being such a “baby.”

I felt like crap. I felt like I couldn’t go to sleep because if I did, I would just be closer to having to wake up and do things. I would lay in bed and not want to shut my eyes because I was terrified. I cried A LOT. And all the while I felt like I was being stupid. That I was stupid for telling myself I was stupid. And on and on into a downward, never ending spiral.

Everyone I talked to told me that it was all in my head because, “if mom thinks it’s nothing, than it obviously is nothing.” Finally, after a huge breakdown over a stupid History assignment (thanks to my dictator teacher) my mom finally agreed to take me to a doctor. They had me take a survey, and after talking to me for a bit, even they seemed unconvinced. They didn’t seem to even look at the answers on the survey and they just casually prescribed a generic anxiety medication.

Worst thing they could have possibly done.

After a while of taking the medication, I found myself getting worse. I would sit in a class, considering whether or not I should answer a question, and I would start to panic and shake and my heart would pound just at the thought of raising my hand. The medication had DEFINITELY not worked!

Finally, my mom decided to give me a medication that is commonly used for ADHD. And finally I was seeing some positive changes. I was definitely more happy and outgoing. I was no longer afraid of saying something stupid in front of my friends.

And finally, I realized the most important thing about this experience.

It WAS real.

No matter what happened, I knew that these problems couldn’t have been nothing. I worked at it, trying to convince SOMEBODY that it wasn’t just in my head.

Well, actually it was in my head. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t real.

L.O.T.R.

Love this! It shows that no matter how much we are hit by the trials in life, we can not be changed from the true royalty within.

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I have had a little bit of time to get back into one of my favorite hobbies, reading for pleasure, and coming across this poem from Gandalf I felt that it needed to be shared. My hope is that it it speaks to you half as much as it does to me.

All that is gold does not glitter,

                              not all those who wander are lost;

the old that is strong does not wither,

                                          deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

                                        A light from the…

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1) After Middle Earth: The New Age

Introduction

Hello viewers! This is the beginning of the new fan fiction I am beginning to write. I decided to write this at the request of one viewer, which is sadly a lot for me. So, if someone, even one person, makes an effort to suggest something or give some input/feedback, I like to do my best to fulfill that request. I hope this is what you were hoping for and please enjoy!

Freesia sat in her home, deep within the cozy hole as far as she could bury herself. This Hobbit hole had been in her family for many years. Her grandmother Eleanor had been born here in this Hobbit hole. Her father was a legend, Samwise Gamgee. Eleanor had told Freesia many a tale of the sort her father had told her.

She would become very animated at scenes regarding the creature Gollum, going into character for both Slinker and Stinker, as Great Gaffer Sam had for her. Freesia had always enjoyed the stories, though they had also frightened her.

Unlike most Hobbits, Freesia didn’t so much enjoy the outdoors. Although this was beyond strange, she did not care. She loved to hide deep within the hill reading the red, leather-bound book her Great Gaffer had himself written in. The book contained stories from the famous Frodo Baggins and his uncle (or so he had called him) Bilbo Baggins. Both of which were the most famoustest of Hobbits.

Freesia knew that all the stories told of Frodo’s heroic acts and great deeds, but she had always felt that Frodo himself wasn’t truly the hero. Yes, he volunteered to take the ring into the deep, deadly pits of Mordor, but had he gone alone, he would have never made it. Sam had been the only thing that guaranteed the destruction of the ring of power. Freesia always told the story a little differently, to give Sam the credit he deserved, even though he had said himself in the back of the leather book that he wanted none. He had admired Frodo above any being in Middle Earth.

Freesia was to come of age in less than a fortnight. She was more nervous than she felt she should be. Most Hobbits would be delighted, excited, to become an adult, but Freesia herself felt that she was not quite ready to stop being a child.

All throughout her short life, Freesia had felt that she grew with the earth; slowly. She felt like she had roots digging deep into the ground, connecting her to the world and slowing her growth to the rate of its own. She always thought that the earth aged slowly, although she knew that it was very old. Her connection to Middle Earth seemed to strengthen each day as she hid herself away as close to the earth’s core as she could reach.

But she was also frightened.

She was worried for Middle Earth. It felt…different. She knew, ever since she had learned about the elves that had left Middle Earth so long ago, that the world would not stay as it once was. Without elves, the earth would have to change.

There was no wisdom left on the earth. It had faded with the elves. Without such long living beings to tend to it and tell of its life and needs, Middle Earth would have to adapt. The only beings left on the earth that now live longer than any who lived were the dwarves. Dwarves aren’t known for there intelligence and wisdom. Middle Earth was changing. And Freesia wasn’t sure if it was for the better, or was to become much, much worse.

Although Freesia hardly left the comfort of her quiet hole, she did still enjoy the feeling of life among the trees in the Shire. She would occasionally find herself aimlessly wandering the borders of the Shire, as Frodo had once done, according to his story he had written.

Freesia decided that the trees had a connection to her because they themselves reach deeper into the earth than any Hobbit hole could hope to match. The trees could do what Freesia couldn’t. And she wanted to so very much.

On this particular day in the Shire, Freesia felt ill. She found herself avoiding her home, trying to stay away from trees, and wanting dearly to escape. It scared her.

Nothing like this had ever come to her before. She had never wished to get away from what she loved so dearly every other day. But she couldn’t help feeling that there was something wrong. Very wrong. A changing that she knew for certain was not good.

There was talk that evil things were beginning to stir in distant places. Talk that only came from the skeptics in Hobbiton, which there hardly were. Every other Hobbit cared nothing for the affairs of the distant world around them. Freesia wanted to know what they meant. What evil? What was evil, really? Had she not read the story of the Lord of the Rings, she would have not known what evil was.

Evil wasn’t in the Shire. No one did wrong. No one was ever angry at one another, only in extreme cases. Bad could not exist in a place with only good. But what is good when there is no bad?

As Freesia walked closer and closer to what she had grown to know as the Road to Bree, she felt more and more that she needed to follow it. She had not been to Bree ever in her life. She had heard that Hobbits used to go there, they even used to have rooms built specially for Hobbits, but she wasn’t sure Hobbits were welcome anymore. Things were different.

Freesia found herself wandering toward the Road to Bree. Her shoeless feet led her on. She almost didn’t realize what she was doing. It seemed to her at first that she had imagined walking down the road, she had many times before, but it occurred to her that she really was this time.

Step after step led her farther and farther past things she recognized. Past what things called this place home. She was not home anymore.

It wasn’t as if she was being forced to walk onward. No, that wasn’t what she felt. She was choosing to move forward, but she felt like she had no choice.

A rustling sounded off to her left. Freesia darted her eyes in the direction it came from. She became instantly frightened. Thank goodness for her quiet feet. All was quiet for the moment. Another rustle sounded. This time, she wasted no time.

Instantly, she wished she hadn’t. What she saw frightened her far more than the illness she felt from the earth.

It was some sort of creature, one she had never seen before. It was hideous. The creature was tall, despite the hunch in its stature. Its hair hung far lower than anyone she had seen, granted she didn’t see many peoples besides Hobbits in the Shire, but she was almost certain this creature was not normal.

In some ways it reminded her of how Bilbo had described Gollum, but she knew it couldn’t be anything like the creature, it was far too tall to be that of Hobbit nature. It looked more like a man, but hardly at all, actually.

The creature looked very thin, almost as pale as a cloud. Its hands were holding something she couldn’t quite make out. Possibly some sort of weapon. It walked on two legs, although it looked painful for it to do so. But the worst was its face. Scarred, bruised, covered in wet mud and sticks. The eyes were large and discolored, and its teeth were pointed.

Freesia suddenly realized that it actually almost fit the description of orcs as well, but she knew it couldn’t be. Orcs died with Sauron. Plus, Orcs are a result of tortured elves. There are no elves in Middle Earth. In fact, people had begun to call it New Earth. Freesia didn’t particularly like the idea. The Orc/Gollum creature looked as though it didn’t notice Freesia. It sniffed around, keeping its distance from the Shire, although Freesia couldn’t understand why.

A sudden flick of the head startled Freesia into running. The creature was now looking at her, had she not begun to run herself, it would have either turned its head quickly away and carried on, or caught up to her before she had time to move a muscle. The creature was then running awkwardly toward her. She couldn’t help but look back over her shoulder. She didn’t know what was worse: not knowing how close it was to her, or seeing it for herself. She decided that running away would be a lot more effective if she saw where she was going. Reluctantly, she turned her head away from the monster behind her and toward the path before her.

She had no choice but to run for Bree.

The town that could quite possibly be the home of the monster.

Chapter Three: Three Is Company-Part Two

After the Black Rider trots off into the distance, Frodo states how strange he felt, that the feeling told him he did not want to be found by this mysterious man.

You know when ever someone repeats something in a literary work that they are telling you something important. Frodo repeats the word “felt” many times, this tells us that the way he feels is either important to the story line or important in the symbolism Tolkien was trying to use. Frodo didn’t know the man was bad. He felt it.

Sam speaks up and tells Frodo that he knew where the Black Rider came from. He said that only just the day before his Gaffer saw the man, and the man was asking about a Baggins. He told this to Sam, at the time he thought nothing of it because Gaffer is old and it was dark.

Frodo admits to having heard Gaffer speaking to a strange talking fellow. Pippin is convinced that there is possibly no connection and they should just get moving. This is further justifying Pippin’s character as the part of us, or the type of person, who doesn’t see what is happening around them. They aren’t aware. They either choose not to, or simply don’t notice what they should.

Frodo says that he wished they had waited for Gandalf, and then Pippin suspiciously asks Frodo if he knows something about this black rider. Frodo tries to simply brush the comment away by saying he doesn’t want to know.

From then on, they kept their distance from the road.

This part with the road seems strangely opposite that of Bilbo’s story about keeping on the path. As Bilbo’s journey required not straying from the path, Frodo’s instead was to be avoided. This could be because the path through Mirkwood was leading them through the bad, trying to keep them on the path to good. Whereas Frodo’s path was covered with evil.

When the three hobbits come upon a hollowed out tree, they climb inside to rest. Tolkien makes a point to mention that the tree is pretty much dead, yet it still produces leaves. This could be a symbolic foreshadowing to the common theme that even things that seem lost and better off dead can still produce good, they still have that potential inside them, even if they can’t gain their full potential back. They have already missed all those many years of potential to do good.

As they continue on the path, they sing a song that Bilbo had written. In among other lines of the song is the words of Pippin’s song in the movies known as The Steward of Gondor on the movie sound track. It is a brilliant song showing that we can’t stay home forever, we have to continue on our adventure in order to become better.

The three run and hide in the shadows when they hear hooves behind them. It was definitely a black rider. It crawls creepily toward Frodo, sniffing. The closer it gets, the more Frodo desires to slip on the ring. It was much more powerful than the earlier time he had felt the temptation. A sound in the near distance scares the rider away. Sam starts to exclaim quietly that it was elves. The other hobbits had to pull him away, or else he would have run to the elves.

The elves are singing, which is what scared the rider away. Frodo knows little of the words sung.

One of the elves sees and recognizes Frodo. They greet, and Frodo says they are traveling in the same direction as they. Because the elves see themselves as superior beings, at first they laugh that Frodo wants to travel alongside them. Pippin interrupts to ask the elves about the black riders. They become interested and decide to take the hobbits with them elsewhere to speak about it.

After Frodo speaks something in the language of the elves, Gildor, the elf leader, calls him “elf friend.” They warn the hobbits that they will become weary for the elves will be walking far and long.

The elves stop and have a party. Kind of strange, but okay. They have a wonderful time until Frodo and Gildor are the last awake, talking.

As they talk, Gildor reads things from the look on Frodo’s face. He knows he is troubled and is unsure if he can succeed. He knows that the Enemy is after him, he doesn’t know why, but nonetheless it’s true. Gildor tells Frodo nothing about the Black Riders, because he believes it is up to Gandalf to tell Frodo. Gildor believes that it is all Gandalf’s responsibility what Frodo knows.

Frodo speaks his fear that Gandalf may not return at the time he had said. Frodo asks if he should wait for Gandalf or continue on. Gildor can only say that it is strange for Gandalf to be late, and that it is Frodo’s choice whether to stay or continue. Frodo jokes that it is said to not go to elves for counsel, because they will tell you both no and yes.

Gildor warns that if Frodo does go on, that he should not go alone. To only bring those who he trusts. Frodo thanks him.

Frodo finally begs to be told what the black riders are. Gildor asks if it is not enough to know they are the enemy. If they are simply the enemy, what does it matter what they are exactly? All Frodo needs to know is that they are simply evil. Frodo is still unsure how he will find courage to continue on. He asks how he can find it. Gildor once more tells Frodo of his friendship, and Frodo drifts into sleep.

Book vs. Movie: Why the Changes?

Let me just get on my soap box for a moment.

First I would like to point out the obvious fact:

Books and movies are two completely different forms of entertainment. Why does that matter? Well, let me tell you.

Before you can criticize the changes made to a story line when put in movie form you have to realize why this previously stated fact is important.

Book: Imagery created by you.

Movie: Imagery created by filming team.

Book: Characters imagined by you.

Movie: Characters picked from real actors (I say real because you have to realize that you can’t find an actor/actress that looks exactly like the character, especially since everyone pictures them differently).

Book: Every detail in a scene has to be explained to a tee.

Movie: Every detail has to be created and is shown in a much shorter space of time than a written out description.

Book: Takes a long time to make a point, considering it is all written out.

Movie: Long paragraphs in a book are only a few seconds in a movie.

Book: Doesn’t need too much action and adventure in order to be a good story line.

Okay, before I say this one, it needs some explaining. This is somewhat more of an opinion, but sort of not. Okay, let me try to make this make more sense.

In today’s society, a movie will not get a good audience, or a good review, or the interest of the viewers unless it has action, romance, and humor. This wasn’t the case even just a decade ago. So, that brings the next point.

Movie: Needs action, romance and humor in order to be a “good” movie.

Need an example?

The Hobbit Movie Trilogy.

Notice,

Action: Would have been there anyway.

Romance: Tauriel and Kili.

Humor: Yeah… I’m pretty sure you can all see how this applied to these movies. Potty humor, funny (and I use that term lightly) trolls, and Bombur. Yes, just Bombur, and a little bit Ori. They were the comical relief of the movies. And sadly, they weren’t even funny. More annoying really.

So, can you see now why some of the changes from books to movie were “necessary?”

You may not have liked (I could almost definitely say didn’t like) the Tauriel-Kili thing, but that in a way is our fault. All the ratings, all the viewers, everything is ruled by our (or I guess, this generation’s) inability to enjoy a good movie without these three things.

I completely understand why Peter Jackson made the changes he did. For all we know, he could have been forced (or I guess required…same thing…) to add those things. I’m not saying I liked the out come of those decisions, but it wasn’t entirely his fault. He has been in the movie business for years, he has seen the developments, the required elements that get good ratings.

And this is also why Lord of the Rings was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much better. Because back ten some odd years ago, we didn’t have to have stupid humor. We didn’t have to watch movies that just wasted away our brains. We watched good movies.

I am also not saying that all movies today are stupid. But a lot of them are. Some very few movies (one being the Giver) actually have meaning. Even shows like Doctor Who lost their meaning. It’s all just filler time we need to waste on something other than sitting around.

I miss the good old days when I could watch a movie and think “Oh my goodness! What just happened!?” or “Wow! Mind blown!” or “I get it now!” or “Holy crap that was amazing!” or “I can totally see the symbolism in this!” Okay, okay, I’m done now.

So, next time you want to get angry at Peter Jackson because of the Hobbit movies, get angry at society first.

Finding passion in a fictional world

Yep! Lord of the Rings is the best thing in the world!

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It is no doubt that the world of J.R.R. Tolkien has been alive and well throughout many generations across the world. When this class was told to choose a topic that we can focus on and learn about, I immediately thought about The Lord of the Rings. When I think about Middle-earth, I’m thankful to have a fictional land that can teach me lessons about the real world, and I hope that others can relate to this feeling.

My first experience with Middle-earth happened in fifth grade. I was one of the chosen students to read The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. It amuses me that the teachers started us chosen students with the last part of the trilogy, but it’s what introduced me to the Tolkien universe.

We read the book and later went on a field trip to a local theater to watch Peter…

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