Post by Stormrider on Jan 19, 2009 12:39:52 GMT -6
From: Annie2 (Original Message) Sent: 5/18/2003 9:30 PM
The picture was lost--it was of Sam and Frodo in Mordor (ROTK film image)
Wk9, Bk6, Ch2, SUMMARY: The Land of Shadow
As Sam and Frodo traveled through the Land of Shadow, they were met with an onslaught of obstacles which remind me so much of dreams I’ve had trying to reach a destination or to complete a task only to be obstructed at every turn. Coupled with these barriers, many times pathless with no hope of finding concealment or shelter, Sam and Frodo were surrounded by the most inhospitable environment, desolate and dying, dark and oppressive. The very air they breathed scorched the throat, and water, when they can find it, had a bitter, oily taste. They are exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and discouraged. Frodo complained that the ring was becoming heavier to carry. They seemed to be always scrambling, crawling, stumbling, hiding, or sleeping. A very exhausting trial for the ring bearers and an exhausting read for the reader. Another observation is the contrast in moods between Sam and Frodo. Sam seemed to be able to see hope whereas Frodo seemed pessimistic, always needing sleep and on the verge of giving up.
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Dressed in orc uniforms, the hobbits leave the fortress and flee from the gate to begin the last stage of their journey. As they dash across the bridge, they hear their pursuers close behind. There is no where to hide except to jump over the side into darkness, the depth of the fall they cannot guess. Just as they jump, horsemen sweep over the bridge. The hobbits land in a tangle of thorny bushes no more than a dozen feet below.
Onward they scramble through the dark inhospitable terrain of Mordor. They are thirsty and dream of places where the water runs cool and sweet. Sam calls out to Lady Galadriel for light and for water. Frodo can feel a black rider passing over them and he calls for a halt. As soon as the rider passes, they continue on. Now toward the south they see light breaking up the darkness and Sam knows that something important has happened. Staring at the light they see a Nazgul flying out of the west screaming, not in terror but in woe and dismay. Sam becomes hopeful and Frodo feels the weight of the ring growing heavier.
Soon they hear the trickle of water and as Sam heads for the sound he gives thanks to the Lady for the light and now water. They drink and fill the bottles and on they go until Frodo can go no further. They find a place to rest under a curtain of brambles. While Frodo sleeps, Sam holds his master’s hand and keeps watch. As he looks about this gloomy and desolate place, he sees a white star twinkling in the sky high above. Hope returns and he falls into a deep untroubled sleep.
The next day they struggle on to reach Mount doom. Stretched out all around them they can see the camps, tents, and armies of the enemy and they wonder how the Lord of this realm can maintain and feed his slaves and soldiers. They also wonder how they can maneuver without being detected. They hear orc voices quarreling and coming their way. Quickly they dash behind a bush to hide. Listening to the conversation, they learn that Gollum is still following them. The quarrel ends when one orc kills the other. Another dark night falls but Sam and Frodo stumble on through nocturnal bleakness. Sam catches a glimpse of Gollum who later catches them both asleep and empties their water bottles.
The plain is packed with Orcs, and the hobbits have no choice but to follow the road along the sheer ridge of the Morgai. There they are finally caught by a band of Orcs who mistake Frodo and Sam for Orcs since they are dressed in orc wear. The slave driver believes them to be deserters and forces them to march with the company toward Udun where Sauron’s armies are gathering. As they near the entrance of Udun, confusion and quarreling break out among different orc companies. The hobbits manage to slip away unnoticed. Sam wants to crawl further from the road to hide but poor Frodo can go no further. He falls into a shallow pit and "he lay like a dead thing."
The picture was lost--it was of Sam and Frodo in Mordor (ROTK film image)
Wk9, Bk6, Ch2, SUMMARY: The Land of Shadow
As Sam and Frodo traveled through the Land of Shadow, they were met with an onslaught of obstacles which remind me so much of dreams I’ve had trying to reach a destination or to complete a task only to be obstructed at every turn. Coupled with these barriers, many times pathless with no hope of finding concealment or shelter, Sam and Frodo were surrounded by the most inhospitable environment, desolate and dying, dark and oppressive. The very air they breathed scorched the throat, and water, when they can find it, had a bitter, oily taste. They are exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and discouraged. Frodo complained that the ring was becoming heavier to carry. They seemed to be always scrambling, crawling, stumbling, hiding, or sleeping. A very exhausting trial for the ring bearers and an exhausting read for the reader. Another observation is the contrast in moods between Sam and Frodo. Sam seemed to be able to see hope whereas Frodo seemed pessimistic, always needing sleep and on the verge of giving up.
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Dressed in orc uniforms, the hobbits leave the fortress and flee from the gate to begin the last stage of their journey. As they dash across the bridge, they hear their pursuers close behind. There is no where to hide except to jump over the side into darkness, the depth of the fall they cannot guess. Just as they jump, horsemen sweep over the bridge. The hobbits land in a tangle of thorny bushes no more than a dozen feet below.
Onward they scramble through the dark inhospitable terrain of Mordor. They are thirsty and dream of places where the water runs cool and sweet. Sam calls out to Lady Galadriel for light and for water. Frodo can feel a black rider passing over them and he calls for a halt. As soon as the rider passes, they continue on. Now toward the south they see light breaking up the darkness and Sam knows that something important has happened. Staring at the light they see a Nazgul flying out of the west screaming, not in terror but in woe and dismay. Sam becomes hopeful and Frodo feels the weight of the ring growing heavier.
Soon they hear the trickle of water and as Sam heads for the sound he gives thanks to the Lady for the light and now water. They drink and fill the bottles and on they go until Frodo can go no further. They find a place to rest under a curtain of brambles. While Frodo sleeps, Sam holds his master’s hand and keeps watch. As he looks about this gloomy and desolate place, he sees a white star twinkling in the sky high above. Hope returns and he falls into a deep untroubled sleep.
The next day they struggle on to reach Mount doom. Stretched out all around them they can see the camps, tents, and armies of the enemy and they wonder how the Lord of this realm can maintain and feed his slaves and soldiers. They also wonder how they can maneuver without being detected. They hear orc voices quarreling and coming their way. Quickly they dash behind a bush to hide. Listening to the conversation, they learn that Gollum is still following them. The quarrel ends when one orc kills the other. Another dark night falls but Sam and Frodo stumble on through nocturnal bleakness. Sam catches a glimpse of Gollum who later catches them both asleep and empties their water bottles.
The plain is packed with Orcs, and the hobbits have no choice but to follow the road along the sheer ridge of the Morgai. There they are finally caught by a band of Orcs who mistake Frodo and Sam for Orcs since they are dressed in orc wear. The slave driver believes them to be deserters and forces them to march with the company toward Udun where Sauron’s armies are gathering. As they near the entrance of Udun, confusion and quarreling break out among different orc companies. The hobbits manage to slip away unnoticed. Sam wants to crawl further from the road to hide but poor Frodo can go no further. He falls into a shallow pit and "he lay like a dead thing."