One, you were good with what they regarded as children’s bows. They all laughed when
you tried to pull back the string of a proper one, and handed you one of the
practice bows instead, a quiver of finely-made arrows, a small knife, and a
short sword just for good measure. They had admitted you had some skill though,
and would be regarded as a decent archer in the eyes of men if you were able to
pull back a proper bow.
Two, Gandalf made you run a lap around the main part of
Rivendell, to test your stamina, and by the end of it you were dripping with
sweat, barely able to walk properly, and mildly humiliated. The situation was
helped a little by Gimli, however, who had commented that you were “just like us dwarves; wasted on long
distances.” This little exercise had made you and everybody else aware of
the fact that you might be a burden. This had uneased the others, and
devastated you; you’d probably get them killed or something. But as Gandalf
kindly pointed out, the majority of the quest was just going to be hiking, not
Still, the day had left you put out and self-conscious, and
the others even more doubting than they already were.
But you had to do this. The amount of pain you could stop
outweighed the possibility of humiliation or delays you might cause.
Gondor needed a King, yes, and it needed Faramir,
definitely; But the loss of Boromir had wracked everyone with guilt and sorrow
and driven Denethor to madness, and you to tears every time you watched Fellowship of the Ring. So you’d be
making sure that did not happen.
You all geared up. You had a small pack with a bed roll,
full waterskin and food, and of course your weapons. You were given a shirt and
cloak, which you put over your t-shirt, and trousers which you put under your
joggers: They were too comfy and warm to
get rid of yet. The sturdy leather boots you put on were the definition of
glorious; you’d never felt so… awesome.
And they were super comfy and defined your calves. You laughed to yourself; good boots, 10/10.
INSERT BOROMIR INTERACTION
So this was it.
You were off.
After about a day of trekking, Gandalf stopped
“We will need to pass Caradhras,” he announced.
“Gandalf!” you cried from near the back with Boromir.
“I must speak with you about this.”
The wizard nodded, and you jogged up to him.
“Privately,” you added lowly. The others couldn’t hear this.
You and Gandalf walked over to a nearby tree as the others
sat down for a drink and a bite to eat.
“What is it, Y/N?” he queried.
You took a dep breath.
“When you go over Caradhras, in my world I mean, the
conditions are awful, so Gimli suggests Moria. Frodo decides to take his
advice. Gandalf, there’s a Balrog.” You wince. Gandalf brow furrows, but nods,
as if he had suspicions it was so. You continued.
“It was killed by you, but you died in the process. After
this, the rest get out, but Boromir is killed by Uruk-Hai,” you choke up a bit as
you say it; you had gotten on well with Boromir, and now he was real, tangible,
and very much cared about.
“Frodo and Sam leave for Mordor on their own, and Gimli,
Legolas and Aragorn hunt the Uruks, because they took Merry and Pippin.”
Gandalf’s eyes widen in horror, and he mutters something that vaguely sounds
like ‘Saruman’. He nods at you to continue.
“Now, you come back as a white wizard, and this is one of
the reasons we win. So I don’t know how things will change if we don’t lose you
in Moria. I don’t want to lose you, none of us do, but I don’t know how it will
affect the final outcome.”
The cogs of his mind were clearly whirring. After a while,
he places a warm hand on your shoulder.
“Thank you, my dear. I think we will go through Moria then;
but you need to protect Boromir and the Hobbits. Let Sam and Frodo go; I think
it is the only way. But make sure you continue the journey with the others.
Take them where they went in pursuit of the Uruks. It all must continue as it
was, only stronger. This is an awful lot to be putting on your shoulders. Don’t
tell them what you know to happen.” Gandalf smiled kindly, and stroked your
cheek; you realised you had begun crying.
“Be brave, my girl. You are already stronger than you at
first seemed. There is a wonderful power in you. You will be the glue of the
Fellowship, I feel.”
You nodded, sniffing and wiping at your face. You turned to
go back to the others.
“One more thing, Y/N. Don’t tell the others I am to come
You were confused. Why wouldn’t he want them to know he was
“Not even Frodo? He doesn’t know till the quest is over, and
he’s so, he gets so damaged Gandalf.”
Your tears come back renewed. Frodo had never been your
favourite character, but just like Boromir, he was real now. And he was so
innocent and hopeful and kind; you didn’t want to contemplate what was to
happen to him.
Gandalf’s face was seized by sorrow.
“Tell Frodo and Sam only, then. But only at the last minute.
Oh Frodo, my dear Frodo…”
This time you did go back to the others. Boromir saw your
reddened face and jogged over.
“Y/N, you’ve been weeping. What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice
laced with concern.
You laughed bitterly. How ironic; he was comforting you over
the possibility of his own death. Not just that, but still.
“We were just discussing some of the things that happened to
you all, and that are now going to be stopped. That’s all.”
You smiled at him through the remainder of your watery
emotion, and he drew you into a hug.
“I’m sure it will all be alright, with you guiding us Y/N.
We, I, trust you.”
Have you ever thought about how in the Fellowship of the Ring...
In the film’s prologue, Galadriel narrates the forging of the Great Rings. But there’s a really cool hidden message in how the shots are set up…
The shots of the elves only show them looking at their rings, nothing else…
The shots of the dwarves only show them looking at their rings, nothing else…
But when we get to the nine rings given to men “who above all else desire power”….the men don’t look at their rings. They look straight into the camera.
And while other shots are composed to make you look at the magic rings, everything in this shot is designed to make sure you look back into the eyes of the man in the center.
Because these men are looking at you, the audience: because you are one of them.
It’s a reminder that you are also a member of the race of men, and before you call The Nine weak-willed and evil you must remember that you are just as fallible and could be corrupted by power just as they were…that their flaws are only a dark reflection of your own flaws, and the flaws common to all of mankind
I never understood why people cared so much about their dumb hobbits until I got dumb hobbits myself. I've only had Frodo and Sam for a day and a half, but if anything happened to them, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.
tbh the funniest part in the fellowship of the rings is when pippin drops the helmet down the well in balin’s tomb and we’re just listening to it drop while everyone stares at him and he flinches at every clang and then when it’s over gandalf goes after his whole life i die every time
During Boromir’s death scene in the Fellowship of the Ring film, you a hear a choir in the soundtrack. The choir isn’t singing random vowel sounds; they’re actually singing in Elvish.
The English translation of the lyrics? It’s a line from the books: “I do not love the sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only what they defend.”
For bonus hurt points– in the book, those lines were said by his little brother Faramir.
(to request a soundtrack to be analyzed/translated, reblog this linked post. All these soundtrack-related posts will be tagged #lotrsoundtrackfacts)