So…Breaking Bad is over now. That’s a thing that is no longer happening. You know what is still happening?
THIS BLOG. This blog is still happening. It’s been running longer than the average FOX sci-fi show.
Anyway, let’s get to my thoughts on Lord of the Rings, with a brief aside to mention that I whistled the One Ring theme when we got a shot of Walt’s wedding ring on a string tonight.
Perspective shift! I was right. And I was also right about that we go over to Merry’s line. However, we jump back a little bit. The army of Rohan hasn’t reached Gondor yet, and are camped on the road about four days into their ride. Merry lies awake, though very tired, unable to sleep due to anxiety. He has spent the last few days in the company of a random assortment of men, finding it strange that there seemed to be an agreement that no attention would be paid to him.
Dernhelm Éowyn has been incredibly quiet, leaving Merry to long for the companionship of someone like Pippin. War drums can be heard in the distance, and scouts have reported on the army massing on the road in their path.
-the Drúadan Forest: Woods along the road in this, the Anórien region of Gondor. Seems pretty obvious that we’re to link the word “druid” to this place. Not sure what to make of that.
The thing that made me most glad about today’s events is that the army in the way of Rohan hasn’t been forgotten. Since we went back a little, we’ll get to find out how the Rohirrim dealt with them. I’m still unclear about the overall synchronization of all the story lines, but I think it’s entirely possible that the siege has not yet been laid to Minas Tirith. The drums Merry can hear are most likely those of the march.
Or…possibly, that’s the sound of thousands upon thousands of feet marching to war.
Through Merry and Pippin’s separation, we’re learning a lot about them individually. It took this long, but finally they begin to seem like different characters, learning through their struggles. Good for them.
Words My Computer Didn’t Like:
That last thought sounded curt. It wasn’t – I just ran out of things to say. I started that thought, then it kind of trailed off. Oh well. I’ve said a lot as it is.
No one dies today.
“Merry wished he was a tall Rider like…”