De ce

Acum vreo 2 sau 3 ani zaceam in pat alaturi de un prieten bun, si m-a intrebat al naibii de curios de ce sunt atat de obsedata de Tolkien. De ce orice lucru urat ma face sa zambesc daca ascult o melodie sau doua din Stapanul Inelelor, si de ce nu trec 2-3 zile fara sa arunc un ochi pe citate sau direct pe carte.
Raspunsul meu a fost unul de meltean cu ceafă lată aka ţăran tâmpit-"Căcat, de-aia...", apoi mi-am aprins o tigara si m-am apucat sa joc NFS.
Intrebarea a mai revenit. De fapt din 10 intrebari, una sigur se duce catre acest subiect.
Cred ca sunt 1000 motive.
in 2001 aveam 11 ani si aterizam cu Ana Ion in cinematograf. Am iesit zguduita, socata, neintelegand de ce e doar atat de putin. De ce nu se continua filmul dupa ce a murit Boromir. Am facut rost de carti si le-am citit cu mainile tremurande. 7 ani mai tarziu (mama, 7 ani, atat a trecut?) imi tremura in continuare cand pun mana pe o carte a lui Tolkien. Fie ca e Silmarillion, Lotr, Hobbitul, Roverandom sau citate pe brainyquote.
A fost o perioada in care dormeam 4 ore pe saptamana, nici Diazepamul nu ajuta. Filmul pus pe repeat ma facea sa adorm si sa ma trezesc zambind.
I won't say my personal reasons for this, mai bine las citatele:

* The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

*All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by frost.

*Theoden: So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?
Aragorn: Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them.
Theoden: For death and glory.
Aragorn: For Rohan. For your people.
Theoden: The Horn of Helm Hammerhand will sound in the deep, one last time!

*Theoden: Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. How did it come to this?

*Forth, and fear no darkness! Arise! Arise, Riders of Theoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered! A sword day... a red day... ere the sun rises!
Ride now!... Ride now!... Ride! Ride to ruin and the world's ending!
Death!
Death!
Death!

*Frodo: I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.
Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil.

*Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.

Mai sunt inca o gramada.

Motive pentru care iubesc tot legat de asta:
-muzica
-personajele
-costumele
-vocile
-replicile care ma intorc pe dos de fiecare data
-povestea
-limba elfa
-faptul ca totul arata desprins dintr-o carte de ilustratii, iar cand citesti ai impresia ca esti intr-un basm
I love every fucking character.
Scenele dintre Arwen si Aragorn sunt cele mai frumoase care le-am vazut.
Pe parcursul scenei cu batalia din Helm's Deep mi-am ros unghiile pana la sange.
And all that stuff.

Live from Emotive Land,
Yours truly,
Ana