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The Return of the King Ex. Edition

June 29th, 2011 by Frodo Baggins

Hello all! I got to have an amazing experience last night. I saw “The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King ex. edition” in theaters for one night only!! It was so awesome, because I’ve never seen any of the films in the theater before! Now I apologize for not posting, but I don’t know what to talk about. I’ve just about covered everything about the Lord of the Rings.. so if you could help me out, tell me what you would like me to post about anything about this subject, or related to it. Thank you!

Farewell!

~Frodo~

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“Tig” Story

June 2nd, 2011 by Frodo Baggins

I apologize for not posting in… FOREVER! I have just been busy with school and whatnot. Anyway, for my post I’m going to share a story about a fake game that the hobbits cast made up:

In the first movie, (Fellowship) as a joke on Elijah Wood, Dominic Monaghan, and Billy Boyd made up this game and they called ‘tig’. Billy Boyd: “In tig, it was when we were filming ‘Wether Top’ and myself and Dom, just started tigging each-other, you know, like touch his shoulder and ‘tig, tig, tig’ just like, for no resson. And then Sean came over, and started doing it as well. And we’d say ‘tig-tig, tig-tag’, like for no resson! And then Elijah came over, and said ‘What you guys doin?’ and we say, ‘Oh, we’re playn’ a game.. uh called ‘tig’.’ And he says, ‘How do you play’ and we spent, like the next 2 hours making-up rules.” Elijah Wood: “And trying to teach me, and of course I was getting everything wrong.” Sean Astin: “And we were all getting frustrated that he wasn’t following these new rules that we were countinueing to make up.” Dominic Monaghan: “So we were, like the 3 of us were all contantly getting it right – every time Elijah tryed a new way of tigging someone we say, ‘No, Elijah, you can’t ‘tig’ on a ‘tog’, you can’t ‘tag’ on a ‘tig’, you have to do an elephant impression if your gonna tig Billy, if Billy’s gonna tig you back, you have to get on your knees and take your trousers down.’ ” Billy Boyd: “How many times Elijah, you can’t double ‘tig’ a ‘tag!’ ” Dominic Monaghan: “And for like 3 weeks he was saying how much he enjoyed playing tig.” Billy Boyd: “But do you remember that we forgot to say it was a lined-up! And it was like a year later, he says, ‘Why do we never play tig?!’ HAHA!” Elijah Wood: “And then they finaly let it, let the tag out of the bag. My whole world came shattering down on me when the told me that that was a lie. ‘Cuz for a WHOLE YEAR, I believed that that was a real game, then they told me that.” Dominic Monaghan: “Sorry, Elijah.” Elijah Wood: “Then I was like ‘What else is not true?’ that’s what I was asking.” Dominic Monaghan: “It was a part of the bonding experiance.” Billy Boyd: “Although me and Dom are just lies.”

I hope you liked it!

~Frodo~

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Some of My Personal Favorite Book Quotes!

September 7th, 2010 by Frodo Baggins

There are some of my favorite quotes from the “Fellowship of the Ring” chapter “A Long-Expected Party”. First is about the Sackville-Bagginses. They don’t like their cousins the Baggins, and the Baggins arn’t very fond of them! Anyway, it’s Bilbo’s birthday, and in tradition, on their birthday, they give gifts instead of receiving them. And for Lobella Sackville-Baggins, all she got were silver spoons. She thought she would receive more than that, (meaning Bag End because she has wanted it for years) but she left with the spoons, but comes back later with her husband, Otho.� I will carry on� from here out of the book:

In the middle of the commotion the Sackville-Bagginses arrived. Frodo had retired for a while and left his friend Merry Brandybuck to keep an eye on things. When Otho loudly demanded to see Frodo, Merry bowed politely.

‘He is indisposed,’ he said. ‘He is resting.’ ‘Hiding you mean,’ said Lobelia. ‘Anyway we want to see him and we mean to see him. Just go and tell him so!’

Merry left them a long while in the hall, and they had time to discover their parting gift of spoons. It did not improve their tempers.� Eventually they were shown to the study.� Frodo was sitting at a table with a lot of papers in front of him. He looked indisposed – to see the Sackville-Bagginses at any rate; and he stood up, fidgeting with something in his pocket.� But he spoke quite politely.

The Sackville-Bagginses were rather offensive. They began by offering him bad bargain-prices (as between friends) for various and unlabeled things. When Frodo replied that only the things specially directed by Bilbo were being given away, they said the whole affair was very fishy.

‘Only one thing is clear to me,’ said Otho, ‘and that is that you are doing exceedingly well out of it. I insist on seeing the will.’� Otho would have been Bilbo’s heir, but for the adoption of Frodo. He read the will carefully and snorted. It was, unfortunately, very clear and� correct (according to the legal customs of hobbits, which demand among other things seven signatures of witnesses in red ink).

‘Foiled again!’ he said to his wife. ‘And after waiting sixty years. Spoons? Fiddlesticks!’ He snapped his fingers under Frodo’s nose and stumped off.� But Lobelia was not so easily got rid of. A little later Frodo came out of the study to see how things were going on and found her still about the place, investigating nooks and corners and tapping the floors. He escorted her firmly off the premises, after he had relived her of several small (but valuable) articles that had somehow fallen inside her umbrella.� Her face looked as if she was in the throes of thinking out a really crushing parting remark; but all she could say turning round on the step, was: ‘You’ll live to regret it, young fellow! Why didn’t you go too? You don’t belong here; you’re no Baggins – you – you’re a Brandybuck!’

‘Did you hear that, Merry? That was an insult, if you like,’ said Frodo as he shut the door on her.

‘It was a compliment,’ said Merry Brandybuck, ‘and so, of course, not true.’

And this one is from chapter “A Knife In The Dark” when Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin and Strider are leaving Bree with Bill the pony that they bought from his mean master, Bill Ferny. As they leave, Bill says:

‘And you, Sammie, don’t go ill-treating my poor old pony! Pah!’ He spat again.� Sam turned quickly. ‘And you, Ferny,’ he said, ‘put your ugly face out of sight, or it will get hurt.’ With a sudden flick, quick as lightning, an apple left his hand and hit Bill square in the nose.� He ducked too late, and curses came from behind the hedge. ‘Waste of a good apple,’ said Sam regretfully, and strode on.

That’s all I have to share! Namarr�!

~Frodo~

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THE TOWER OF CIRITH UNGOL (full story)

July 27th, 2010 by Frodo Baggins

I’m going to share a passage from the “Return of the King” book, it’s the Tower of Cirith Ungol. In the movie, it didn’t tell all that happened. Now I’m not going to write down the whole chapter, (that would be pointless to me) so I’m going to start off where Sam hears the orc, Snaga barking at Frodo:

‘Ho la! You up there, you dunghill rat! Stop your squeaking, or I’ll come and deal with you. D’you hear?’� There was no answer.

‘All right,’ growled Snaga. ‘But I’ll come and have a look at you all the same, and see what you’re up to.’

The hinges creaked again, and Sam, now peering over the corner of the passage-threshold, saw a flicker of light in an open doorway, and the dim shape of an orc coming out. He seemed to be carrying a ladder. Suddenly the answer dawned on Sam: the topmost camper was reached by a trap-door in the roof of the passage. Snaga thrust the ladder upwards, steadied it, and then clambered out of sight. Sam heard a bolt drawn back. Then he heard the hideous voice speaking again.

‘You lie quiet, or you’ll pay for it! You’ve not got long to live in peace, I guess; but if you don’t want the fun to begin right now, keep your trap shut, see? There’s a reminder for you!’ There was a sound like the crack of a whip. At the rage blazed in Sam’s heart to a sudden fury. He sprang up, ran, and went up the ladder like a cat. His head came out in the middle of the window-slit was high and dark. Something was lying on the floor by the wall under the window, but over it a black orc-shape was straddled. It raised a whip a second time, but the blow never fell. With a cry Sam leapt across the floor, Sting in hand. The orc wheeled round, but before it could make a move Sam slashed its whip-hand from its arm. Howling with pain and fear but desperate the orc charged head-down at him. Sam’s next blow went wide, and thrown off his balance he fell backwards, clutching at the orc as it stumbled over him. Before he could scramble up he heard a cry and a thud. The orc in its wild haste had tripped on the ladder-head and fallen through the open trap-door. Sam gave no more thought to it. He ran to the figure huddled on the floor. It was Frodo.

He was naked, lying as if in a swoon on a heap of filthy rags: his arm was flung up, shielding his head, and across his side there ran an ugly whip-weal. ‘Frodo! Mr. Frodo, my dear!’ cried Sam, tears almost blinding him. ‘It’s Sam, I’ve come!’ He half lifted his master and hugged him to his breast. Frodo opened his eyes.

‘Am I still dreaming?’ he muttered. ‘But the other dreams were horrible.’ ‘You’re not dreaming at all, Master,’ said Sam. ‘It’s real. It’s me. I’ve come.’

‘I can hardly believe it,’ said Frodo, clutching him. ‘There was an orc with a whip, and then it turns into Sam! Then I wasn’t dreaming after all when I heard that singing down below, and I tried to answer? Was it you?’ ‘It was indeed, Mr. Frodo. I’d given up hope, almost. I couldn’t find you.’ ‘Well you have now, Sam, dear Sam,’ said Frodo, and he lay back in Sam’s gentle arms,� closing his eyes, like a child at rest when night-fears are driven away by some loved voice or hand.� Sam felt like he could sit like that in endless happiness; but it was not allowed. It was not enough for him to find his master, he had still try and save him. He kissed Frodo’s forehead. ‘Come! Wake up, Mr. Frodo!’ he said, trying to sound as cheerful as he had when he drew back the curtains at Bag End on a summer’s morning.

Frodo sighed and sat up. ‘Where are we? How did I get here?’ he asked. ‘There’s no time for tales till we get somewhere else, Mr. Frodo,’ said Sam. ‘But you’re in the top of that tower you and me saw from away down by the tunnel before the orcs got you. How long ago that was I don’t know. More than a day, I guess.’� ‘Only that?’ asked Frodo. ‘It seems weeks. You must tell me about it, if we get the chance. Something hit me, didn’t it? And I fell into darkness and foul dreams, and woke and found that waking was worse. Orcs were all round me. I think they had just been pouring some horrible burning drink down my throat. My head grew clear, but I was aching and weary. They stripped me of everything; and then two great brutes came and questioned me, questioned me until I thought I should go mad, standing over me, gloating, fingering their� knives. I’ll never forget their claws and eyes.’ ‘You won’t, if you talk about them, Mr. Frodo,’ said Sam. ‘And if we don’t� want to see them again, the sooner we get going the better. Can you walk?’ ‘Yes, I can walk,’ said Frodo, getting up slowly. ‘I am not hurt, Sam. Only I feel very tired, and I’ve a pain here.’ He put his hand to the back of his neck above his left shoulder. He stood up, and it looked to Sam as if he was clothed in flame: his naked skin was scarlet in the light of the lamp above. Twice he paced across the floor.� ‘That’s better!’ he said, his spirits rising a little. ‘I didn’t dare to move when I was left alone, or one of the guards came. Until the yelling and fighting began. The two big brutes: they quarreled, I think. Over me and my things. I lay here terrified. And then all went deadly quiet, and that was worse.’� ‘Yes, they quarreled,� seemingly,’ said Sam. ‘There must have been a couple of hundred of the dirty creatures in this place. A bit of a tall order for Sam Gamgee, as you might say. But they’ve done all the killing themselves. That’s lucky, but it’s too long to make a song about it, till we’re out of here. Now what’s to be done? You can’t go walking in the Black Land in naught but your skin, Mr. Frodo.’� ‘They’ve taken everything, Sam,’ said Frodo. ‘Everything I had. Do you understand? Everything!‘ He cowered on the floor again with bowed head, as his own words brought home to him the fullness of the disaster, and despair overwhelmed him. ‘The quest has failed, Sam. Even if we get out of here, we can’t escape. Only Elves can escape. Away, away out of Middle -earth, far away over the Sea. If even that is wide enough to keep the shadow out.’� ‘No, not everything, Mr. Frodo. And it hasn’t failed, not yet. I took it, Mr. Frodo, begging your pardon. And I’ve kept it safe. It’s round my neck now, and a terrible burden it is, too.’ Sam fumbled for the Ring and it’s chain. ‘But I suppose you must take it back.’ Now it had come to it, Sam felt reluctant to give up the Ring and burden his master with it again.� ‘You’ve got it?’ gasped Frodo. ‘You’ve got it here? Sam, you’re a marvel!’ Then quickly and strangely his tone changed. ‘Give it to me!’ he cried, standing up, holding out a trembling hand. ‘Give it to me at once! You can’t have it!’

‘All right, Mr. Frodo,’ said Sam, rather startled. ‘Here it is!’ Slowly he drew the Ring out and passed the chain over his head. ‘But you’re in the land of Mordor now, sir; and when you get out, you’ll see the Fiery Mountain and all. You’ll find the Ring very dangerous now, and very hard to bear. If it’s too hard a job, I could share it with you, maybe?’� ‘No, no!’ cried Frodo, snatching the Ring and chain from Sam’s hands. ‘No you won’t, you thief!’ He panted, staring at Sam with eyes wide with fear and enmity. Then suddenly, clasping the Ring in one clenched fist, he stood aghast. A mist seemed to clear from his eyes, and he passed a hand over his aching brow. The hideous vision had seemed so real to him, half bemused as he was still with wound and fear. Sam had changed before his very eyes into an orc again, leering and pawing at his treasure, a foul little creature with greedy eyes and slobbering mouth. But now the vision had passed. There was Sam kneeling before him, his face wrung with pain, as if he had been stabbed in the heart; tears welled from his eyes.

‘O Sam!’ cried Frodo. ‘What have I said? What have I done? Forgive me! After all you have done. It is the horrible power of the Ring. I wished it had never, never been found. But don’t mind me, Sam. I must carry the burden to the end. It can’t be altered. You can’t come between me and this doom.’

I hope you liked it, it took me forever to type this all down! Anyway, I just wanted to share this with you, because it’s one of my favorite parts in the book.

~Frodo~

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