"That is never going to work." The light, vaguely amused voice came from the treetops, immediately above where Aragorn, son of Arathorn, was kneeling over a small patch of forest floor that had been cleared of fallen leaves and other debris. Ignoring the comment, the ranger continued in his work, pausing only to wipe a tired arm across his sweat-dampened forehead. Within seconds, a pair of booted feet had thumped softly to the ground as their owner dropped from the lofty heights of the thick forest canopy to land not six feet from where the ranger was crouched. The owner of the said booted feet waited until three hobbits, an Istar and a dwarf had passed by on their way to the nearby stream, before speaking once more. "Did you hear me?" There was another pause as the ranger adjusted his position, stretching his cramping …show more content…
From the other side of camp, Frodo, Merry and Pippin watched as Gimli muscled Aragorn aside, declaring that it was time the elves were forced to recognise the dwarves as the most skilled fire-makers in all of Middle Earth. "Who do you think will win?" Merry asked curiously, his dark brows furrowed. "I am not certain that it really matters," Frodo replied, a smile lighting his face as he watched the four warriors argue between themselves. Any response Merry might have made, however, was cut off by an exclamation from Sam. "Ah! Got it," the blonde-haired gardener announced cheerfully, sitting back in satisfaction as a trickle of fire crept upwards, consuming the small twigs before it started to chew at the larger logs. Soon, a sizable campfire was crackling merrily, sending sparks dancing into the morning air. "How long did it take old Sam to start a fire?" asked Pippin inquisitively, taking a big sniff as the scent of sausages began to waft through the air as Sam laid them over the bustling flames. "Barely any time at all," Frodo replied. He dropped his voice conspiratorially. "But then again, he did use Aragorn's
Learning Module Seven - “Human Action” Myth in The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
Gottlieb observes his men from a distance, holding on tightly to his sword. He grips it tightly, feeling a presence lurking behind him, and turns with his maroon eyes aflame, knocking an unknown man to the ground. “Who are you!” he yells, climbing on top of him.
Used to living peaceful lives, and not possessing any training for warfare, the hobbits were called upon to step forward and do what had to be done. For Merry, bravely riding into battle with Eowyn as a member of the Rohirrim, “Courage, Merry, courage for our friends.” (Eowyn, LOTR:ROTK, Jackson). Undeterred by the fact that he is much smaller and has no militaristic background, his loyalty to Theoden and his courage carries him into battle, allowing him to assist in the defeat of the Lord of the Nazgȗl. This defining moment transforms his personal integrity, as he went from a funny loving, comedic trickster; to a indomitable, proud warrior. As for Pippin, he ultimately showed true courage in The Return of the King when he refused to comply to Denethor’s orders to save Faramir, “No! No! He's not dead! Stop!” (Pippin, LOTR:ROTK, Jackson) “Farewell, Peregrin, son of Paladin... I release you from my service. Go now and die in what way seems best to you.” (Denethor, LOTR:ROTK, Jackson) .By doing this, he finally redeems himself for all the mistakes he made prior. Redefining his character, Pippin was finally able to locate some courage within himself. Although he is fearful and unclear on how he will complete his duty - which was to destroy the One Ring - Frodo undoubtedly accepts his burdensome task, “I know what I must do, it's just that... I'm afraid to do it.” (Frodo, LOTR:TFOR, Jackson). Despite having limited knowledge of the path he must take, “Though… I do not know the way” (Frodo, LOTR:TFOR, Jackson), Frodo steps forward knowing that this must be done. As this is his first display of courage, he continues to commit acts to demonstrate the transfiguration of his personal integrity. By deciding to depart from the companionship and protection of the Fellowship, he takes it upon himself to keep the other members and their
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
Frodo’s experiences are universal to humankind. For some, a fight against your own evil that tries to bring you down can relate to both Frodo and the humankind. Facing challenges and tasks that you may not w...
One rather beautiful day I head down to the building fields of Uruk with my only son Urnabe. He is 14 and he is turning out to be a skilled mason or at least better than his old man. When we get there I see that Binfem was already waiting for me.
In the film Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) I will demonstrate that the main message is how meaningful friendships are and how those friendships will help you when you need it the most. I will use Frodo’s journey with the “Fellowship of the Ring” to validate this claim by analysing Richard Gombrich theory of cognitive and affective beliefs. Moreover, I will use Arnold van Gennep’s theory of the rites of passage to illustrate the creation and meaning of Frodo’s friendships. I will also use Jacques Derrida theory of “text” to analyze how “text” was used by Frodo’s friends in helping him through his journey.
I didn’t know what happened, but worse, I didn’t know what was happening. The sounds of footsteps neared my body, but I was too hurt to react.
After about several hours of walking, the trees and foliage began to thin out. They approached the clearing where they had built a fort, their home for more than a decade. However, the sun had nearly disappeared in the west, and creatures were beginning to stir in the darkening woods.
Every scrap and bone was worth fighting for in their minds. The beginnings of a warning growl rumbling in his throat was enough to catch their attention, and their eyes darted his way, uncertain and wary. "There is no need for this squabbling," he reminded them. "There will be time for more hunting once the rain ends." The subordinates dipped their heads respectfully, their voices quieted as they separated the meat between themselves with forced restraint under the watchful eye of their alpha.
The Story begins on a beach with three young children playing. Violet, 14, inventor; Klaus, 12, amateur researcher; and Sunny, baby, professional biter who has not totally developed speech. When they arrive to the beach it is a cloudy foggy overcast day. Violet is spending her time here skipping rocks, Klaus is studying tide pools and Sunny is just enjoying her time being at the beach with her older siblings. Even though it is not the greatest day in the world, the children are enjoying their time spent here at their favorite place. No other people are here on beach and this gives the children a place to be alone with their imagination. While playing a gentleman is approaching, but with the fog it scares the children because they cannot see who walks beneath the fog. As the figure gets closer they start to figure out who it is. The strange figure that lurked in the fog is Mr. Poe a friend of the family. Mr. Poe comes over to the children playing and explains to the children that their parents have perished in a fire that destroyed their home. Mr. Poe explains to the children that they will have to live with his family temporarily until he can figure out a plan as to where they will go.
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
They beckoned to him, the trees. Their knotted arms rose ever upwards, stretching towards the sky as if impersonating conductors. An orchestra of birdsong – unlike any other, broke out from within the thicket, wavering like the flame from Alastair’s lantern. His hair combed into a neat part; small, vexed mouth, and pale skin revealed his habit of remaining indoors. A calm young boy; but his drawn features and half lidded eyes bore the stamp of unutterable weariness, and a disgruntled expression hovered round his mouth. However, his eyelids stood as if in shock, legs moving in response. Lifting after another, his thick rimmed glasses nodding as he broke into a sprint, approving of his find.
We stood at the edge of the clearing. A full moon shone high in the sky, illuminating a field of knee hight grass encased by a forest of trees. The grass swayed in the wind like ocean waves. "What are we waiting for?"
The stranger stood next to the fire. “Would you prefer the darkness? Would you prefer the cold? Don’t consult your fears. Take a step of faith.”