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aearwenIt has come to my attention that this double-drabble highlights one of the most memorable scenes from Peter Jackson's "Return of the King" movie. I have to agree. The cinematography, the grandeur of the scenery used, and the idea of what was happening during those moments that needed no dialogue or narration was one of the most powerful and enduring moments in the entire trilogy. I do believe that Tolkien would have approved of the way that was portrayed.
I do hope, then, that you enjoy this:
Bregon sighed.
The monotony of knowing that one could sleep away one's entire duty turn at the top of a mountain without incident was mind-numbing. To be sent here was to be forgotten. Six of them there were, condemned to sit high and safe - and bored - while the darkness of the East drew ever closer. Here they would wait for a signal that would never come, that had not been sent in centuries.
Would they even know when Gondor fell?
It had been a long day, and the time drew near for him to wake Himdir and Durben for their watch. But habit - and a tired sense of duty - made him cast his eye toward the southern mountaintop first.
A flame! In generations, such had not been seen. Gondor called for aid!
He ran for the pyre, knowing himself no longer a forgotten man. For this had he been born - and never knew it. He might never see the battlefield, or hear his name sung in any lays.
But the blow he'd strike this day would resonate through the Ages.
With a glad shout, he tipped the oil onto the wood and tossed his torch.
I do hope, then, that you enjoy this:
Bregon sighed.
The monotony of knowing that one could sleep away one's entire duty turn at the top of a mountain without incident was mind-numbing. To be sent here was to be forgotten. Six of them there were, condemned to sit high and safe - and bored - while the darkness of the East drew ever closer. Here they would wait for a signal that would never come, that had not been sent in centuries.
Would they even know when Gondor fell?
It had been a long day, and the time drew near for him to wake Himdir and Durben for their watch. But habit - and a tired sense of duty - made him cast his eye toward the southern mountaintop first.
A flame! In generations, such had not been seen. Gondor called for aid!
He ran for the pyre, knowing himself no longer a forgotten man. For this had he been born - and never knew it. He might never see the battlefield, or hear his name sung in any lays.
But the blow he'd strike this day would resonate through the Ages.
With a glad shout, he tipped the oil onto the wood and tossed his torch.
