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And she answered: ‘All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of Eorl and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.’ ‘What do you fear, lady?’ he asked. ‘A cage,’ she said. ‘To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.’
“Viggo’s favourite thing to do was to spring on me the night before, that he’d had a long talk with Fran and Peter, and he really wanted the whole scene to be in Elvish. And I love to speak Elvish but I was just like, ‘Argh.’ I wanted to kill him. Because it always seemed that I had more Elvish to speak when we were doing the scenes than he did. I’m glad he did push that because it’s so great to hear, and it really adds a beautiful quality and depth to their relationship, and to the film in general.” - Liv Tyler
AU MEME » LOTR as a dark & violent thriller » “The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.”
How would you call a city infected by carcinogenic and ambitious men, feeding off the strenght of its citizens, weakening them slowly by taking away jobs, peace, dreams and hope? A city dying, mirroring the living dead that inhabited its streets.? A city so corrupted that its only prerogative is its own survival and self perpetuation? A city in the hands -and claws- of a rotten soul? Welcome to Middletown.
Frodo made no answer. Almost he yielded to the desire for help and counsel, to tell this grave young man, whose words seemed so wise and fair, all that was in his mind. But something held him back. His heart was heavy with fear and sorrow: if he and Sam were indeed, as seemed likely, all that was now left of the Nine Walkers, then he was in sole command of the secret of their errand. Better mistrust undeserved than rash words. And the memory of Boromir, of the dreadful change that the lure of the Ring had worked in him, was very present to his mind, when he looked at Faramir and listened to his voice: unlike they were, and yet also much akin.