Lists of five
Jan. 20th, 2006 10:16 pmOK, firstly for [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Your five favourite places in the novels of Tolkien (locations, I mean, not which bits of the books are most fun).
In no particular order, as it's too hard to make a ranking.
Meduseld - it's probably the mediaevalist in me (I've just been teaching on the Hildebrandslied, too, so heroic poetry is in my mind), but I always really loved the Rohirim. Actually, I wanted to be one. Preferably Eowyn. (And I'm afraid I have done since the age of eight). Partly the poetry, partly the swords, partly the feudal spirit.
Ithilien, although I think it would be improved by fewer orcs. But there's something very poignant about the fragile beauty existing so close to darkness and horror, that heightens your awareness of it. "Ithilien, lost garden of Gondor, kept still a dishevelled dryad loveliness." Even the name is beautiful. The camp behind the waterfall is also my ideal of a place to make camp in secret.
(Theres also the possiblity of running into Faramir. But the true Faramir, not the travesty in the film version).
Lothlorien. I love trees, and I have always wanted to see a mallorn.
The Shire, in particular the Woody End where the hobbits meet the elves. it sounded like a nice, homely, species-rich British wood: they aren't all that easy to find these days, but they are very lovely.
The Prancing Pony (which I imagine is rather like the Turf in Oxford, only with fewer students and tourists). Good beer, an honest and hospitable landlord, attracts people who are eager to hear songs, and Gandalf or or Aragorn might drop by.
Your five favourite places in the novels of Tolkien (locations, I mean, not which bits of the books are most fun).
In no particular order, as it's too hard to make a ranking.
Meduseld - it's probably the mediaevalist in me (I've just been teaching on the Hildebrandslied, too, so heroic poetry is in my mind), but I always really loved the Rohirim. Actually, I wanted to be one. Preferably Eowyn. (And I'm afraid I have done since the age of eight). Partly the poetry, partly the swords, partly the feudal spirit.
Ithilien, although I think it would be improved by fewer orcs. But there's something very poignant about the fragile beauty existing so close to darkness and horror, that heightens your awareness of it. "Ithilien, lost garden of Gondor, kept still a dishevelled dryad loveliness." Even the name is beautiful. The camp behind the waterfall is also my ideal of a place to make camp in secret.
(Theres also the possiblity of running into Faramir. But the true Faramir, not the travesty in the film version).
Lothlorien. I love trees, and I have always wanted to see a mallorn.
The Shire, in particular the Woody End where the hobbits meet the elves. it sounded like a nice, homely, species-rich British wood: they aren't all that easy to find these days, but they are very lovely.
The Prancing Pony (which I imagine is rather like the Turf in Oxford, only with fewer students and tourists). Good beer, an honest and hospitable landlord, attracts people who are eager to hear songs, and Gandalf or or Aragorn might drop by.
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Date: 2006-01-22 03:41 pm (UTC)Denethor... there are no words.
What I don't understand, though, is why the Rohan scenes were so much more succesful and true to the spirit of the book than the Gondor ones. Admittedly I disliked the exorcism scene and I wasn't mad about Aragorn toying with Eowyn like that - having said that I loathed Liv Tyler's Arwen, so i suppose I can't blame the man too much, but there was so much in there to like, even for a sefl-confessed canon fascist like myself. Heck, there were brilliant touches for any mediaevalist to enjoy - the Old English, the use of the White Horse at Uffington (or a version thereof) as the banner of Rohan...
But while there were moving moments in the Gondor sections - Pippin singing, for one thing, or Faramir's troops riding out just before that - on the whole, they just didn't convince me.
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Date: 2006-01-23 05:12 pm (UTC)Not, as you say, that it wasn't without its moments. The chain of beacons spreading over the mountains never fails to send a chill down my spine.