But seriously, people. I don't think I've emphasized it enough. I love this story.
We just finished watching the movies again about five minutes ago. (Brett's now watching American Chopper, which is just too crass and petty to watch after watching such a deeply emotional story as the one in LOTR. So I am updating my blog.)
I had seen the movies in the theatre when they first came out (my mom, who is also a LOTR-phile, and I were the first people in line for the 7 p.m. showing of Fellowship on the day it opened) and then once again about a year ago.
I've read the books seven or eight times since 2001. I have lost count at this point.
Suffice it to say, I feel like I know these stories backward and forward. They seem such a part of me now. There are so many scenes that affect me.
I cannot read the books or watch the movies without bawling at several points.
- The scene with the Balrog in Moria. "YOU SHALL NOT PASS! ... Fly, you fools!"
- The part where Merry and Pippin meet the White Wizard in the forest of Fangorn.
- Aragorn's speech at the Black Gate. "Stand, men of the West!"
- Basically everything after that until the end, particularly the very end. "Well, I'm back."
- When Gandalf comes back to Bag End in the first book and bursts into the room. "Is it secret?! Is it safe?!"
- When he recites the poem. "One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them. One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them."
- When the armies line up for the battle at Minas Tirith. "Forth, Eorlingas!"
- When, in the movies, all of the beacons are lit, all across Middle Earth.
- When Theoden returns to lucidity.
- When the Ents march out. "Hoom, Harooom!"
- When Eowyn rips off her helmet. "I am no man!"
It is truly a beautiful story, one that I will continue to come back to year after year -- for comfort, for a reminder of what life should truly be about.