Lord of the Rings + The hobbit

Well my most viewed blog post to date has been 'the hobbit wallpaper' (why wouldn't it be?), so in honor of that this post is dedicated to rings/hobbit, and will explain why the center of my universe revolves around these movies, as well as why I'm anticipating the release of the hobbit so much.

The Lord of the Rings

Arwen, Aragorn, and Éowyn

       One ring to rule them all...

      One ring to find them...

    

      One ring to bring them all...

   

    And in the darkness bind them....

Gandalf: The fate of the world will now be decided. 

   To begin with on a personal level, the lord of the rings took possession of my heart at age 10. I can remember vividly the first time I saw it all those years ago, and the memory still brings a pang of passion to my heart. 

   From the day I saw the Lord of the Rings I was branded a LOTR nerd by my relations, friends and family. (I'm not joking in the slightest). I was called LOTR child, and such, because my favorite topic of discussion was in fact, the lord of the rings. I collected swords, wore shirts with LOTR quotes written in golden ink across them to public places, bought all the movies and books, ordered and printed posters layering my closet walls in the faces of my most adored hero's such as Arwen, Frodo, Aragon, Sam, Gandalf, gimili, Legolas, Éowyn and many, many others. I stayed up watching-re-watching-and then watching the movie all over again, through every single part whether it was a favorite or not. I even carefully added the main theme across my wall, spending hours preparing each letter. I bought the evenstar which I wore every single day and changed my desktop and (when I got it) I-pod pictures to show epic scenes from the movie. To put it simply, I became obsessed with the lord of the rings so much so I believed (and still do in my own way) that it was real, and that in another world of my imagination I could somehow join Frodo and the elves. I spent hours idly dreaming up fantasies and watching those movies. I even began to read the books, and order audio tapes. I went to the library (one of my favorite places ever), and checked out every book relating to the lord of the rings that there was. I bought miniature LOTR dolls, equipped with little bows and swords. I even bought the audio disks so that when I wasn't watching the movies, I could listen to the music. My mom tells me stories of how I would sit there in front of my screen watching away even when I was terribly sick. She would find me in front of the screen sleeping quietly, when the cold would reach its high point. LOTR was something I would do to sooth myself, to relax.

The Lord of the Rings became my beginning,

 it showed me a new side of life I had never dreamed could exist..

   After seeing it things inside me awoke that had lain dormant for years. I began to create, use my imagination, dream, and most of all I started to become who I am today. Lyndsey. 

Today, even though I am not as crazed about it as I was in my younger years, I still am at heart that same little girl who felt the first pangs of life when she saw that movie. I know this may sound strange, or even silly to you, but I was changed after watching it. 

My favorite Characters:

Arwen Evenstar

Half-Elven daughter of Elrond who was known as Arwen Undómiel or Arwen Evenstar in Middle-earth.

 In marrying Aragorn II Elessar after the War of the Ring, she became Queen of the Reunited Kingdom of Arnor and Gondor, and like Beren and Lúthien before her she unified with mankind in peaceful love and harmony, making her a mortal. 

"I would rather spend one lifetime with you than face all the Ages of this world alone."

-Arwen to Aragorn 

 

   Arwen... She was the character who most gripped me even though she had very few parts in the film. Her bravery, beauty, loyalty, and love astonished me. The fact she was willing to give away her immortality to be with he man she loved hit me so powerfully. It still gives me chills to think about how deep and powerful each of her words were, how well she choose to express herself and sacrifice everything she had for a chance that was so slim. Arwen is my favorite character, and will forever be.

Samwise Gamgee

"There's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for."

—Sam Gamgee

 Samwise Gamgee also known as Sam (or 'The Rude, Suspicious Hobbit', or 'Stupid Fat Hobbit', or 'Fat One' (all by Gollum)), was a Hobbit of the Shire. He was Frodo Baggins' gardener and best friend. Sam proved himself to be Frodo's closest and most dependable companion, the most loyal of the Fellowship of the Ring, and also played a necessary role in protecting Frodo. 

 

   No other character has ever made me cry as much as Sam has, or with so many real tears. He is so honest, so pure and good its almost painful even thinking about it. His heart is bigger then possible, and his Loyalty to Frodo unquestionable. There are four scenes he does which I always cry on (like if I pulled out the disk and were to watch it again, I would be bawling like someone ripped out my heart). If you have seen the movie I'm pretty sure you know which ones I'm talking about. Movie Sam, Vrs book Sam was a hard one for me to get around. In the book he is treated like a servant, with no personal connection to Frodo at all. I absolutely love their relationship they had in the movie, and wouldn't trade that for anything! I loved how they were best friends right up to the end. His humor and smile were also something that kept the movie alive for me, it was a bit a light amid the dark clouds.

Sam: What we need is a few good taters.
Gollum: What's taters, precious? What's taters, eh?
Sam: *Po-tay-toes!* Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew... Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish.
[Gollum makes a noise of disgust while sticking his tongue out]
Sam: Even you couldn't say no to that.
Gollum: Oh yes we could. Spoilin' nice fish. Give it to us raw and w-r-r-riggling; you keep nasty chips.
Sam: You're hopeless. 

 Legolas Greenleaf

"He was as tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship."

—J.R.R. Tolkien on Legolas (Book of Lost Tales 2, p. 333) 

   If I were to marry one of the characters it would defiantly be Legolas. Not only is he witty, skilled, (drop dead gorgeous), and and elf, but he is kind and pursues good even in the face of unconquerable forces. He is right up there with Arwen and Sam in my favorites list. When he and Gimili are around each other its hard to contain your laughter as the two, even through such dim trials, still try to make light of things and constantly are challenging each other on their own grounds. 

Eowyn Lady of Ithilien

Eowyn: The city has fallen silent. There is no warmth left in the sun.
Faramir: It is only the damp of the first spring rain. 

I do not believe this darkness will endure. 

   Forced to spend most of her youth caring for Théoden in his declining years, she yearned for an opportunity to prove herself in battle. She was driven to despair by her unrequited love for Aragorn. When she was rebuffed by the men she longed to accompany into battle, she disguised herself as a man and accompanied the Rohirrim army to Minas Tirith, where she won great renown in the Battle of the Pelennor Fields by slaying the Witch-King of Angmar, with the help of Meriadoc Brandybuck, whom she had carried with her. Severely wounded by the Ring Wraith, she nearly died, but recovered with Aragorn's help in The Houses of Healing. There she met Faramir, the Steward of Gondor, and fell in love with him. The two married in TA 3020, and settled in Ithilien after the war. 

 Eowyn is another favorite of mine. She was truely brave to go into battle, as well as pursue a man that could never be hers. Her valor and courage are amazing, and her strength is something I strive towards. I'm really happy she found someone amazing she could spend the rest of her life with, because she deserved a lot. Her sences always give my chills, and she is another character who has made me cry on more then one occasion.

Witch King: [taking Eowyn by the throat] You fool. No man can kill me. Die now.
[Merry stabs the Witch King from behind; the Witch King shrieks and falls to his knees. Eowyn rises and pulls off her helm, her hair falls down over her shoulder]
Eowyn: I am no man.
[she thrusts her sword into the Witch King's helm and twists; he shrieks and implodes]

Since I am running short of time now, Im just going to post the pictures of the rest of my favorites (Pretty much everyone haha.) 

(Frodo would have been next in this list however.)

Now with all this said here is the Hobbit trailer... After all this I hope you can comprehend even a little about how excited I am for it to come out!.... RAVING MAD THAT'S WHAT!! Well, until we meet again...

 

WARNING: Ramblings and Pointless Musings

Hello!

   Well its another Sunday and the only difference between this, and every other Sunday is that today it's raining buckets. It's been doing just that for the last four days though, so for me it's not really a dramatic change. Rain.... Hmm.. I have mixed feelings about rain, both good and bad. It is really beautiful, and has a nice calming feel and sound to it, however.... at the same time it makes me so depressed. My scientific side tells me it's probably because the stream of vitamin D emitted from the sun has stopped, and so my body is protesting by lowering my mood. Mentally, I feel like I'm being choked to death by my own body (It's not a good feeling).
   Other then that though, I'm completely worked up! I suddenly was hit from above by a glorious streak of pure inspiration, and since then have been having idea's bursting from my ears like garden fairies. Ive covered my small notebooks pages in cramped, hasty writing as I tried to fit it all down before I forgot it. Even with that though, I kept having so many Idea's that they were sliding through my hands like slippery egg whites. ITS HORRIBLE, and amazing at the same time. Horrible because I forgot even a single Idea, and amazing because I'm actually having ideas to forget for once!
   Yes, that brings me to my next subject.... My memory. I'm not sure what the cause of it is, but recently I have been forgetting things so much so I'm actually terrified. I've been to the doctor, and they took some blood tests, but they all came back with good readings indicating that any problems I might have had weren't there. Is it just me? Or is something wrong with me? I'd like to think it was the former one, and that I'm just over reacting. I've asked my Dad to give me a blessing though, so I'm really hoping that it will help.
   I don't think I have ever introduced myself on this blog... Probably not since I'm a little parodied of the internet. I usually prefer people to ask me themselves, (I enjoy talking with people)... But maybe this time I will post an introduction later for anyone who is curious to know a thing or two about me.
   Just to be random these are three of my screen pictures currently hahaha,

   They all have different connections with my novel, (spoilers). Not going to tell you ;P I might post a spoiler quote from the manuscript later... MIGHT. I'll think on it...

   I love christmas... Regardless of religion everyone feels like they are, in their own way, on the same page. This season is when people really notice what matters to them, when they find joy in making others happy. Sometimes I think people forget that even a smile can make someone feel better. Its so strange how something so small can make you feel completely different.
   Its not the gift that counts, its the thought. This is so, so true. The most precious thing I ever received, wasn't a purchased object but a jar, filled with sea shells from a childhood friend. If your wondering at my sudden christmas memories its because I'm listening to a christmas broadcast while writing this, hahaha.
   Random unnecessary comment: Though we don't have snow, I like to imagine we do sometimes, and pretend that the rain falling are just frozen white flakes. Snow is really amazingly beautiful, even if it is painfully cold.
  
   School... School... A topic I dread... I have soooo much school to do, and not enough time to juggle that and stuff I really want and need to do. Its part of the reason I haven't written in my book for several weeks, and the reason I take so long to reply to everyone.Honestly, I love school, but even for me there comes a point when the stress feels like its going to kill you. If college has more work then this I really hope I will become some sort of superperson, so that I can get it all done.

   I really am grateful for my close friends, who actually know me for who I am..(You know who you are.) I'm really not sure what they see in me that keeps them from running away shouting rude things into my face. Seriously though, I really do love them. I can't count the times they have made me feel better without even realizing it. I feel like I sometimes shouldn't say how grateful I am for them, but I'm going to say it now. I LOVE YOU GUYS.

Goodbye.

This feeling
cramping in my stomach.
An emotion so strong
I feel sick.
I can't focus on what matters,
because I'm so focused on things I can't change.
On the verge of tears,
and yet they wont come.
Empty.
A shell.

Pushed away so hard,
that now it feels like I lost.
Isolation.

never stopped me before.
It doesn't scare me.
Fear.
For what they can do.
Fear,
for what I could do myself.

Streangth is everything I have,
when everyone else is falling apart.
But when Im the one losing it,
they wont see.

Why are these mortal bodies so fragile?
How easy it is to destroy them.
How easy it is to surender,
to those who want to ruin you.
Its so easy,
and yet what could be worse?

Favorite place~My Room

Safety…Home… No matter how many places I visit, or how many sights I see, nothing has been a refuge as my room has. Its walls are colored in brownish tan hues, with a clean blank ceiling finishing them off at the top. Those walls surround me in a cocoon of peace where no one can penetrate. This is the place where I grew up… Its floors have caught my tears, its walls have shared my laughter, its ceiling has held my empty stare. I spend my days here, toiling away with school, devolving my talents, talking with friends, sleeping, writing, reading… I have done it all here. It is the one place I can call mine; it’s the one place I can call home.

     Many of my friends have compared my room to Bella Swan’s from ‘Twilight’ by Stephanie Myers. In other words, my room reflects my personality. I love dark things; I find them so deep and beautiful. My room has a theme of black, white, and silver, which makes it look more somber and perhaps, more down to earth. I have three different quotes on my wall, which I made with vinyl and a circuit. They say: “Time. What was once your life is now your legend.” “Fantasy. Never laugh at live dragons.” and “Life. Everything you can imagine is real.”

   My bedspread depicts a scene of a black forest, intertwined with a white background. I have at least five pillows crammed onto the small twin bed, with a silky black material clothing the bottom of it; hiding the stands underneath as well as the items I have tucked away there.

   I obsess over fantasy constantly, as well as books, writing, art and medieval stories. My walls are lined with colorful, as well as dark pictures of fantasy universes, dragon and Chinese swords, gothic art (though I’m not gothic, I promise), as well as a few of my own drawings.

   There is a black desk in the corner where I keep my laptop, a lamp, and a large, green, plant. I’m usually sitting at that desk on most days, writing on various projects, or else doing school work, or sometimes watching shows while I knit.

   I’ve really worked on my closet, and even though it’s small I’ve managed to put it to good use. I’ve built racks in the corner where I keep fabric buckets full of my pajamas, and school work. Though this does sound like a brilliant idea, one big drawback is that It’s a hassle to get in there because I have to push aside clothes, and avoid knocking down hangers just to get to my pajamas each night. I don’t really have a whole lot of clothes (which I’m constantly reminded of by everyone who looks in there), but with the small amount of space in my closet it still hinders me as I try to get to that built in area.

   I am really into fashion. The only reason I don’t have piles and piles of clothes is because me and my family don’t have money jumping out our ears. I pay for everything I need myself, so to me there isn’t a whole lot of need for clothes when I have to think about getting myself through collage. I make up for it though by designing things graphically on the computer as well as drawing my own dress designs on paper using little wooden models as a visual aid.

   I have a mirror on my closet that I got at target for a really good price. I get ready at my closet door every morning, setting my makeup box on the floor and using the mirror to see what I am doing. One of my best friends is going to be a cosmetologist, and so she’s going to use me as a practice doll and do my makeup occasionally which is so nice! (Getting ready is sometimes such a hassle.)

   You can usually find smells like perfume, cleaning supplies, fresh air, or moms cooking in my room. I’m right above the kitchen so I can always smell whatever is going on down stairs. Occasionally to my utter horror, the foul smell of unwashed brother will sneak into my room from across the hallway. I’ll usually just tell him to take a shower then close his door, while closing mine and opening my window.

   My room is my favorite place in the world. The only other place that can compete with it is the library or nature. I’m so lucky to not have to share my room with anyone anymore. I’m able to stay up until the wee hours of the morning reading by the light of my lamp, or else blast music through my speakers at odd intervals throughout the day. The one thing that will always hold my heart is this place. It’s the one place I can truly feel at peace.

Artemis Fowl

"I want you to know, my dear friend,

that I am the person I am today because of you.

I was a broken boy, and you fixed me.

Thank you."

~Artemis Fowl to Holly Short (The Last Guardian)

Mark Twain

“I did not attend his funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.”
― Mark Twain

Petal in the wind

I feel like a petal in the wind.
Soaring away from the flower,
flying high into the blinding sun.

I'm strong,
and yet im so easily torn.
I'm beautiful,
and yet so easily put down.

I toss and turn through the wind,
trying to find my way through the strange and unfamiliar world around me.
The sun turns to rain,
and I lose my hight.

Now im on the ground,
looking up.
How did I get so far,
and fall so hard.

Lies of beauty- By Lyndsey Evenstar

Lies of beauty

Red lips, painted in blood.

They speak words,

But not truth.

They say her eyes shine like diamonds.

But they can’t see the ice frozen within.

The pain sealed inside her,

trapped under an icy lid.

When her eyes open,

Everything is dark.

The beauty they speak of,

Is like a knife wound in her heart.

Her skin,

Is as smooth as the velvet of a blooming rose.

But to the touch,

It is as cold as death.

She garbs herself in color,

To keep what is under,

Hidden within.

To hide that burning ache,

From prying eyes that would expose her.

The word beauty,

Only has one meaning.

To hide her from the fools,

Who won’t look past her image.

Who won’t look past her soft smile,

And kind words spoken with tender care.

Who won’t look past the blond curls,

That adorns her head.

She is hidden.

Under the lies.

Under the beauty,

That is her disguise.

 -Written By: Lyndsey Evenstar

Translation of poem.

The poem talks about a beautiful woman who hides a secret. To the world, she is perfect... She is beautiful, wealthy, smart, and even cunning. How cunning?... They do not know half of it…

The woman has killed a man, and yet no one realizes or accepts this because of her beauty and gender. The first line tells about how her lips are the ones that killed the man in question, and how they weave clever lies that people take to be the truth. Not because she is innocent, but because people take her act and lies instead of searching deeper to find the truth.

Red lips, painted in blood.

They speak words,

But not truth.

These next few stanzas go even deeper. Instead of just showing you her true colors, it’s letting you know how she really feels inside. She is in pain… The wrong she has done tortures her day and night, and she views her life in black and white. Not color. All she can see is the man she killed in her mind, everywhere she goes she is a reminder of him. When they talk of her beauty, she can only think of its true purpose, and that is to hide her from their prying eyes. It does not give her any pleasure.

They say her eyes shine like diamonds.

But they can’t see the ice frozen within.

The pain sealed inside her,

trapped under an icy lid.

When her eyes open,

Everything is dark.

The beauty they speak of,

Is like a knife wound in her heart.

Her skin,

Is as smooth as the velvet of a blooming rose.

But to the touch,

It is as cold as death.

She garbs herself in color,

To keep what is under,

Hidden within.

To hide that burning ache,

From prying eyes that would expose her.

The word beauty,

Only has one meaning.

To hide her from the fools,

Who won’t look past her image.

Who won’t look past her soft smile,

And kind words spoken with tender care.

Who won’t look past the blond curls,

That adorns her head.

This sums of the poem, stating how her beauty is what hides her. No one will ever know, and she will never admit to what she has done. The moral of this was to try and capture the idea that you cant judge everyone on their appearance. People have secrets; they have wounds. Just because you cannot see them doesn’t mean they aren’t there.

She is hidden.

Under the lies.

Under the beauty,

That is her disguise.

 -Written By: Lyndsey Evenstar