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I'm not a very good Boromir fan, I forgot to post something on his death anniversary, as has been my habit since the release of the FOTR film. But it's not too late to rectify my memory lapse -- I'm only two days late.
Here, in Boromir's honor, is a poem I wrote early on in my writing career, based upon the scene in the film where Aragorn comes to him.
OUT OF DESPAIR, JOY
As the warrior's tears fall,
He hears the vain echoes of the cloven horn.
He is in anguish.
He lies hopeless and broken,
Wounded in body and in spirit.
Lost are friends, lost is honor;
Defeat is all he remembers.
He tastes the bitter dregs
Of anger and failure,
Of deepest despair,
And he is alone in his pain.
No longer alone, now,
His friend comes to him, kneeling.
Before even he reaches his side
The wounded one cries out his anguish:
The little ones taken,
The betrayal of trust;
His lack of understanding,
And bitter sorrow at his weakness.
He fears the darkness; not of death,
But of war and defeat that comes to his people
Because of his failure.
His friend tries to comfort him,
Even as he grieves to see death approaching:
You fought bravely!
You have kept your honor!
But the despairing one cannot believe it;
His heart is torn at the thought
Of his City in ruin,
And his vow broken.
He sees only the darkness
That comes from loss of hope;
His voice breaks with sorrow,
Alas, it is too late!
Light breaks through the darkness;
He sees a kingly face
And hears a solemn vow:
The White City will not fall,
Nor our people fail.
Our people!
The heavy chain of blame and guilt
Is broken; his heart is set free.
His anguish is swept away
And despair is forgotten,
Replaced by joy and hope.
So simple a promise, yet it changes everything.
He smiles and nods
And accepts the promise,
Leaving the task in the hands of another.
His friend will see it done,
He can go in peace.
His honor salvaged,
The little ones rescued;
His people cared for,
His City saved.
Out of despair, joy!
He grips his sword,
And though his spirit is fleeing,
He comforts his brother, his captain
With words of loyalty and faith:
I would have followed you, my King!
Sight darkens, and voice is gone:
He cries in his heart, Farewell, my brother,
Until we meet again!
As his King's tears fall,
He hears the silver trumpets calling him Home.
He is at peace.
It's hard to remember him as anything but alive since that's been my whole concentration since I began my Lords of Gondor tale! But seeing FOTR yesterday brought it home to me once more, and I was reminded why I love Boromir so much, even though he is the hero who dies!
And here's a fun thing to do in the new month, to celebrate our good memories of Middle-earth, gotten from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
boriel who got it from others:
Many of my posts have something to do with ME anyway, but I want to make a special effort to do something like this -- particularly since I am watching the films again and loving them like they were new, as well as rereading the books. I shall get back to you all when I have decided which day(s) I will make special for this.
Here, in Boromir's honor, is a poem I wrote early on in my writing career, based upon the scene in the film where Aragorn comes to him.
OUT OF DESPAIR, JOY
As the warrior's tears fall,
He hears the vain echoes of the cloven horn.
He is in anguish.
He lies hopeless and broken,
Wounded in body and in spirit.
Lost are friends, lost is honor;
Defeat is all he remembers.
He tastes the bitter dregs
Of anger and failure,
Of deepest despair,
And he is alone in his pain.
No longer alone, now,
His friend comes to him, kneeling.
Before even he reaches his side
The wounded one cries out his anguish:
The little ones taken,
The betrayal of trust;
His lack of understanding,
And bitter sorrow at his weakness.
He fears the darkness; not of death,
But of war and defeat that comes to his people
Because of his failure.
His friend tries to comfort him,
Even as he grieves to see death approaching:
You fought bravely!
You have kept your honor!
But the despairing one cannot believe it;
His heart is torn at the thought
Of his City in ruin,
And his vow broken.
He sees only the darkness
That comes from loss of hope;
His voice breaks with sorrow,
Alas, it is too late!
Light breaks through the darkness;
He sees a kingly face
And hears a solemn vow:
The White City will not fall,
Nor our people fail.
Our people!
The heavy chain of blame and guilt
Is broken; his heart is set free.
His anguish is swept away
And despair is forgotten,
Replaced by joy and hope.
So simple a promise, yet it changes everything.
He smiles and nods
And accepts the promise,
Leaving the task in the hands of another.
His friend will see it done,
He can go in peace.
His honor salvaged,
The little ones rescued;
His people cared for,
His City saved.
Out of despair, joy!
He grips his sword,
And though his spirit is fleeing,
He comforts his brother, his captain
With words of loyalty and faith:
I would have followed you, my King!
Sight darkens, and voice is gone:
He cries in his heart, Farewell, my brother,
Until we meet again!
As his King's tears fall,
He hears the silver trumpets calling him Home.
He is at peace.
It's hard to remember him as anything but alive since that's been my whole concentration since I began my Lords of Gondor tale! But seeing FOTR yesterday brought it home to me once more, and I was reminded why I love Boromir so much, even though he is the hero who dies!
And here's a fun thing to do in the new month, to celebrate our good memories of Middle-earth, gotten from
boriel who got it from others:March 2006: Back to Middle-Earth Month
"Miss the golden days of the Lord of the Rings fandom? Get homesick for Middle-Earth? Then this is for you!
You don't need to sign up anywhere to participate. But if you see this on your friends-page and like the idea, please post this text to your LJ to spread the word.
How to participate:
1. Pick a day of the week (or more than one) on which you resolve to always post something LotR-related in March, and let your friends-list know.
2.Go back and read your favourite chapters from the book, or watch the movies again. Let the beauty of LotR inspire you. And then, share the love.
3. Start your subject line with (B2MEM) when you post, and use a "b2mem" tag. This'll make it easy to spot your B2MEM-entries.
No matter if you just ramble about your undying love for LotR, picspam us, post wallpapers, icons, or write fan fic / create fan art, the plan is to get as many LotR-related entries on our friends-pages as possible throughout March.
Sounds good? We've been there, let's go back again!"
Many of my posts have something to do with ME anyway, but I want to make a special effort to do something like this -- particularly since I am watching the films again and loving them like they were new, as well as rereading the books. I shall get back to you all when I have decided which day(s) I will make special for this.
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Date: 2006-02-28 02:38 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-02-28 02:48 pm (UTC)From:And accepts the promise,
Leaving the task in the hands of another.
His friend will see it done,
He can go in peace.
As his King's tears fall,
He hears the silver trumpets calling him Home.
He is at peace.
Ohhh, that's so lovely, Lin.
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Date: 2006-02-28 05:46 pm (UTC)From:Hello
Date: 2006-02-28 06:01 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-02-28 09:48 pm (UTC)From:Second, count me in on the B2MEM thing! (We can re-post stuff we've already written, can't we?) I think I'll post something LOTR - and try to make it new if I can - each Friday in March.
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Date: 2006-03-01 07:58 am (UTC)From: