I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away
Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.
YES PLEASE. I love me some Sean Bean but like. The LOTR series? V. white. The humans on screen had little to no color variation amongst them. Looking at that series now, years and years and LOTS of love later? I probably would have enjoyed it just as much with some more diversity.
Agarlandoffreshlycuttears asked me to talk about my love of Boromir since I have a few Aragorn hate posts out there and boy does this topic of discussion take me back.
(For the record, a lot of my earliest opinions of Boromir was formed as an impressionable 14 year old experiencing her first head-over-heels male crush (I mean seriously, look at this guy:
) but people aware of my love of Thorin have probably noticed I tend to have a thing for complicated characters who experience a fall from grace. I find them much more interesting than characters who never need to struggle with morality or see a serious risk to their soul. I don’t hate Aragorn as such, but I have a lot of issues with the way his character was handled, so I hope the negative stuff comes across as more tongue-in-cheek and critique-oriented rather than bashing.)
So let’s begin from the beginning with some very Nuanced and Intellectual™ reasons to love Boromir.
“Then you should know, Potter, that Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None of them has died yet. Seeing death omens is her favourite way of greeting a new class.”
Wait wait wait
so there was a theory bouncing around that Trelawney was actually scary accurate, right?
What if every student she predicted died in the battle for Hogwarts?
THATS JUST WHAT I WAS THINKING
I’m done.
*sobs*
It’s interesting because if you go back and reread the books, every single one of Trelawney’s predictions, even the really ridiculous ones, came true. So this is actually not only possible but highly probable.
The phonetic alphabet was developed as a way to spell things out over radio communications that may be less then ideal, I.E. a lot of static or weak signal. All the words were chosen because they have a distinct sound that is easy to pick out. Military and police communications use the phonetic alphabet heavily and can be helpful to know for talking over CB’s or FRS (walky talky) radios.
I’m sorry guys, i had to
I cannot fucking believe it is the yEAR 2017 GOD DAMMIT
The worst part is, I knew exactly what that was going to be before I read it
And I still read it
i love how it deceptively starts with ‘if you can read this’
I once got serious hotness points with my then-boyfriend now-husband by spelling something over the phone in the NATO alphabet.
So is now a good time to point out that “Echo” is the fifth letter? Or is it too soon?
I haven’t posted anything for a while on tumblr, music or otherwise, so here’s a little something. It’s one of my older songs with added harmonies! Hopefully now that I’m at school, I’ll be able to start writing and recording more regularly again. Thanks for being patient and for listening!
Lament for Boromir
(original music, poetry from The Two Towers by J. R. R. Tolkien.)
Aragorn:Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grassgrowsThe West Wind comes walking, and about the walls itgoes.‘What news from the West, O wandering wind, do youbring to me tonight?Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?’’I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wideand grey;I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed awayInto the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son ofDenethor.’’O Boromir! From the high walls westward I lookedafar,But you came not from the empty lands where no menare.’
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Legolas:From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, fromthe sandhills and the stones;The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate itmoans.‘What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bringto me at eve?Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.’’Ask not of me where he doth dwell – so many bonesthere lieOn the white shores and the dark shores under thestormy sky;So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowingSea.Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Windsends to me!’’O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runssouth,But you came not with the ailing gulls from the greysea’s mouth.’
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Aragorn:From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and pastthe roaring falls;And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.’What news from the North, O mighty wind, do youbring to me today?What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.’’Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes hefought.His cloven shield, his broken sword, they do the waterbrought.His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laidto rest;And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon itsbreast.’’O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northwardgazeTo Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.’
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