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Post by BKnight on Oct 31, 2004 13:31:39 GMT -5
As " :-Xfunny " as u might find it, I think it really shows that the fellowship involved camaraderie, courage, caring for your mellon, even brotherhood. I know that scene very well. And secondly, I don't remember them by heart now but I'm sure there are quite a few passages in the books where Tolkien praises the elven skill and perfectionism in the archery arts. Let's remember that we are talking about of a race that can shoot you in the dark only by hearing your breath. Legolas fighting style is finnessed, isn't it? I think it reflects his elven culture too. Anyway, it's good that u liked the movie, Dragoneyes.
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Post by BKnight on Oct 31, 2004 3:51:32 GMT -5
Okay, let's give it a shot, Varda. Do u know the bit when the horn of Gondor is heard, Legolas says "The horn of Gondor" and they begin runing towards the sound? Well, if u look closely as the image moves away from the battle and follows the uruk hai towards Boromir, in the far right u can see Aragorn first parrying a head cleave by an Uruk, then quickly turning the uruk blade down, thus leaving him clear for a head attack. The combo is so well done that they brought it in the video game, too. My favourite combo...
And there's another bit... When a huge axed uruk-hai runs toward Merry and Pippin and Boromir comes to their aid. U can see that Boromir stops the axe with his hand, turns and use the axe's momentum to break the uruk's spine. Then turns again and throws his dagger in one Uruk throat.
First time when I saw Legolas killing an uruk-hai by piercing his eye with an unshot arrow I was mesmerized. I said :"Wow, this movie has it all!!!"
Your turn, Varda!
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Post by BKnight on Oct 29, 2004 14:03:40 GMT -5
Yeah, that was indeed a good idea. A pan as a weapon suits a hobbit more than fine!!! Now, don't get me wrong, but I was kinda hoping for more "male" replies, than "female" ones. Speaking of wich, I haven't seen too many guys, boys, chaps, lads around... Am I the only one? Back to the topic, please (again) don't get me wrong, DragonEyes and Varda. Okay?
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Post by BKnight on Oct 3, 2004 15:54:13 GMT -5
What is your fav fighting scene from the trilogy and why?
I think I'll have a go... From the Fellowship, my fav fighting scene is Aragorn vs Lurtz at the end. It has so much style and it's so well done... And the pulling through sword gig at the end worths all the money.
From the Two Towers... The Siege of Helm's Deep, for sure, and more precisely the elven charge and the defense of the gate by a dwarf and a ranger.
From the Return of the King... The rohirrim vs mumaks really moved me... I didn't know that such things could be made...
I can't really say that those are all my fav fighting scenes, because all the movies, all the fightings scenes are so very close to perfection...
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Post by BKnight on Jun 7, 2004 3:18:30 GMT -5
Well, Christopher Lee said that the movies are the very essence and spirit of Tolkien, not I; although I totally agree with him. He's a more greater LOTR fan than I will ever be...
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Post by BKnight on Jun 2, 2004 3:49:29 GMT -5
It's just a simple poll, guys, about a very complex and deep question. The books are marvelous, we all agree here, but how are the movies?
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Post by BKnight on Jun 4, 2004 3:44:06 GMT -5
Legolas, in the movies, doesn't speak too much. It's the kind of elf that lets his doings speak for him. He only talks in moments of great intensity and only when he has smt very important to say. At least, that's how I see him.
I think I don't have a least fav quote for him either.
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Post by BKnight on Jun 2, 2004 3:57:02 GMT -5
Should we move on to LEGOLAS's quotes?
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Post by BKnight on May 19, 2004 3:57:02 GMT -5
For Aragorn... The classic "I see in your eyes the same fear that will take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fail, when we forsake our friends and breake all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields will be when the Age of Men comes crashing down... but it is not this day. This day we fight. For all that you hold dear on this good earth... I bid you... STAND, MEN OF THE WEST!" That was my favorite; My least favorite would be... I don't think I have one.
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Post by BKnight on Nov 30, 2003 10:40:00 GMT -5
If there is a Heaven then Enya and Annie Lennox are singing up there.
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Post by BKnight on Dec 10, 2003 4:31:00 GMT -5
Another beautiful song from LOTR is The Calling for Tom Bombadil. If I remember it correctly, it goes like this:
Ho, Tom Bombadil, Tom Bombadillo By water, wood and hill, By the reed and the willow By fire, sun and moon, Harken now and hear us. Come, Tom Bombadil For our need is near us.
I think it's a very nice song, easy to memorize also.
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Post by BKnight on Nov 30, 2003 10:32:55 GMT -5
My fav song from LOTR is Durin's song. It goes like this:
The world was green, the mountains young No stain yet on the moon was seen No names were laid on stream or stone When Durin waked and walked alone He named the nameless hills and dwells He drank from yet untasted wells He stooped and looked in Mirrormere And saw a crown of stars appear As gems upon a silver thread Above the shadow of his head
The world is grey, the mountains old The forge's fire is ashen cold No harp is rung, no hammer falls, THe darkness dwells in Durin's halls The shadow lies upon his tomb In Moria, in Khazad-dum, But still, the sunken stars appear, In dark and windless Mirrormere There lies his crown in water deep Til Durin wakes again from his sleep.
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Post by BKnight on Sept 10, 2005 15:06:53 GMT -5
Since you've asked me so nicely, I couldn't just stand there so, here's another story... a small story that is. "Once upon a time, far across the world in the distant east there lived a man who had 5 sons. Sadly, the boys had no mother for longer than they could remember, so the poor father had to do all he could to grow and feed his kids. And the boys grew strong. The father was very proud seeing the skill at hunting of his eldest son, or the maestry at singing of his second born, the higher intellect of his third son, the looks of his fourth and... what of the fifth, you wonder? Well, the youngest son had no particular gifts, except a big heart. He tried to be as good as a bee in a summer day. And, so, the six of them lived in prosperity, because the father was very rich. But, as all lives do, the old man's ended one day. He knew he was going to die, but he didn't bother to write any last will, because he figured that his sons would share his fortunes equally. Unfortunately, they didn't and so the fights begin. After months of countless fight between them they managed to get themselves at a law judge and ask him for justice. The judge said: "In thiese rare cases, we have but one option. The dead must speak. So, dig him up." And the sons dug up the body of their father. The judge, being present, said : "Now, get the shovels and start hitting him till he says who's the true heir". And so the sons did. Tell us who's the heir, father, they were saying and hitting the dead old man. All but one... The youngest just stood there crying. The judge asked him "Why aren't u hitting your father? Don't you want to know who's the true heir? Hit him!" Among his sobs, the youngest managed to say "How could I hit him? Hi's my father!". The judge smiled, and turned to the other boys, saying :"Stop hitting that poor old man! The dead has spoken! Behold the true heir!" and pointed at the youngest who threw himself over his father and started crying..."
I know, maybe it's a bit corny, but let me know if u liked it, okay?
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Post by BKnight on Oct 17, 2004 3:25:38 GMT -5
Let's see how you will like this one... A long time ago in a far, far away place a terrible famine had been plaguing the lands. The crops were dieing on the fields, the cattle and the other animals were vanishing like dust in the wind. Where once beautiful forests laid, only sand and burned logs remained. Some villages were less affected by the famine than others. In one particular village, there lived a rich man. His wife was a casualty of that terrible hunger. So, wanting to honor her memory every day he was offering fresh breads for free for all the families. He used to put all the breads in a big basket, and the basket in front of his gate. Then, near noon all the poor kids used to come and take each one bread. The noble was watching them from a window inside his house. This event easily and with the help of time became a custom. And every single day the noble was seeing the same thing... Near noon, all the village's kids came, rushed in, grabbed one bread and ran home. Except one little girl. Every sinlge time she was sitting aside til all the kids took their breads, and when all the others have left she came too and take the last bread. Of course, that the last bread was a bit old, hard and kinda black. And after that she used to thank the noble by bowing at him. But, one day when the girl returned home with her small bread and tried to cut it, 10 gold coins have fallen on the floor. Her mother, startled said:"Quick, Mary! That noble must have lost this small fortune in the flour and by accident mixed with the bread. Go immediatley and return the money!" The girl, although she had not eaten in a very long time rushed to the noble's house. The noble was at the gate, like he was expecting something. "What's wrong, little girl?" "Good day, dear sir. I... I mean... my mom found these coins in the bread... at home... and she... she said to return your money..." babbled the girl while reaching her hand with the coins. The noble gently pushed her hand aside "No, child. There was no mistake. For your modesty, I have rewarded you. Go home, and tell your family that from now on I will take care of you all". The girl was so happy that she thanked God all the way home for the noble's kindness.
Hey, guys. I don't have many more stories to tell... There still are half a dozen but they are very short and not as interesting as the previous. Should I translate those as well?
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Post by BKnight on Oct 17, 2004 3:23:45 GMT -5
In a distant realm, in a very lush exotic jungle there lived a lion. This beast was so strong, so big and so powerful that he (the lion is a character so I'll not be reffering with the "it") was crowned king of all beasts. All the jungle feared him... When he roared the rest jungle would remain silent; when he was sleeping nobody would disturb him. The rest of the animals treated their king with respect and fear. More fear than respect though. One day, when he was having his usual siesta he felt a little thingle behind his year. Quickly, he shook his head only to discover that a little mouse tried to get some sleep behind his ear. "You dare disturb my slumber?" the king roared. "Forgive me, master. Although it was my fault, I was so sleepy and dizzy that I didn't know where I have laid my puny head. Forgive me and please spare me because I may be of use for you someday." the little mouse pleaded. The lion was amused. "How can a being so small help me? I am the king! I am the most powerful! I require no help! Nevermind, you're free to go because you have amused me. It cannot be expected that your small brain reason to much." said the arogant lion. "Yes, master. Farewell, master." the mouse said and disappeared behind a bush. Many months passed since this. And one night when the king was enjoying the moon rays, he accidentaly stepped into a hunting trap. The trap was cleverly made by the hunters, especially to capture lions. A large loose tied to a tree... The clever part was that the trap would automatically sprung some spears on the tree, thus preventing the lion of biting and breaking the nod. After a few unsuccesful attempts at breaking the nods that brought our lion but bloody scars he began roaring. He roared and roared and roared... to no reply. Hearing his roar, all the animals went into hiding. But, just when he thought he was done for he heared a familiar voice:"Have you called me, master?" It was a little white mouse, a mouse that once tried to sleep behind a king's ear. With his powerful theeth and aided of his small frame that allowed him to avoid the pointy sharp tip of the spears, the little mouse gnawed the nod and rescued the king. After he was free the king turned to the little mouse and said:"Thank you, humble mouse. From now on you'll be king over mice at my court. At first I did not understand the meaning of those words, but now they're as clear as rain to me." If you were wondering to what words was the king reffering, look no further than this : "Even the smallest person can change the course of the future."
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