... ad nauseam.
Although, I have to admit, I can't get enough of it done in 5 year-old lispy speak compliments of my Little Love.
:)
Darkness crept back into the forests of the world.
Rumor grew of a Shadow in the East...
Whispers of a Nameless Fear.
And the Ring of Power perceived...
Its time had now come.
But then something happened that the Ring did not intend.
It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable,
A Hobbit... Bilbo Baggins of the Shire.
For the time will soon come
when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.
~Fellowship of the Ring, 2001
Last night, as part of my Birthday evening, DH and I brought out an old favorite, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. As is our custom when starting these movies so late, we didn't get very far, just to part where Aragorn takes over and starts leading the Hobbits into the Wild.
I love this whole Trilogy, although Fellowship is by far my favorite. I especially enjoy the life of the Hobbits. So peaceful, So simple. They love children, tilled earth, their pipes and of course, a good ale.
I like to imagine that in some small way, we are like the Hobbits of the Shire. Our work is in and for our family. We have no desire to go off and have adventures or do anything extraordinary by the world's standards. We like the simple life. We give great parties with loads of food and drink, and tons of children running about. The men talk world politics while the older folks hand down legends to the children. The women cook and dance and nurse their babies. It's a true village of one purpose.
We even have our own Nameless Fear in the East.
The rumors and whisperings that have surfaced these past four months have been truly frightening. The Ring of Power has found its Master and is reaking havoc on this country, and the casualities will be our children. Matthew Archbold has written about the dilemma of our response here. Do we run to the fields of Hobbiton and live under a hill? Or do we face the fires of Mount Doom and rout the enemy?
Whatever our response, I take comfort in knowing that I am not alone. Talking to DH last night about why I loved Fellowship so much, I told him that it was the friendship of Frodo and Sam that gave me such hope for their journey. Against all odds, they would remain together. Whatever happened, it would be the two of them that endured it. That comforts me especially in my own journey. To have family and friends that constantly remind me and encourage me in my vocation and in the fight for the true the good and the beautiful.
Sam: It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding on to Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.
:)