a new road, a secret gate, a love undying

Well. Rings of Power.

I adored it. Almost every moment of it. I was so afraid it would be awful, but it was wonderful. I cried more than once.

For two hours, I was back home. For two hours, nothing else mattered. I have never felt so happy after watching a television program before in my life.

It was worth all the worry in the world.

I choose the light. I always will.

some facts, what spice!

Fact: unsweetened cranberry juice is revolting.

Fact: nerve pain is awful, please make it stop. My body is exhausted but I can’t sleep.

Fact: I made a thing! And did a words! Elrond having twinless twin feels will never not be relevant to me.

Fact: The neighbour saw an eastern brown slide into my yard and hide beneath the bonfire pile. Cue me avoiding that area of the yard for the next ten thousand years.
(Listen to your friendly local OzScot here: you do not eff around with eastern brown snakes. They are not cute and sweet snek friends. They are incredibly aggressive, extremely venomous, and responsible for 60% of snakebite deaths in the country. If you see one, you stand stock effing still and let it go do whatever it’s doing — probably hiding from you, but still. Do not pass GO, do not collect $200, do not disturb it or interact with it in any way.  Keep an eye on it, and when it’s safe, you get the hell out of there and call the snake-catcher if it’s near your home. Also, if your dog or cat has one bailed up, DO NOT DISTRACT YOUR PET. They are a thousand times more likely to get bitten if you distract them. Their snake instincts are way better than yours; just let them be and keep an eye on where they and the snake go.
…this PSA has been brought to you by my horrific fear of eastern browns.)

Fact: the online treatment of the Rings of Power cast is giving me flashbacks to my teenage years and being cyberbullied to within an inch of my life.
I hope every single person who has thrown abuse at any of these actors magically develops a condition that causes any internet service they use to stop working forever.

there is a tempest in me!

New Rings of Power trailer! I’m…a little torn on this one, to be completely honest.

  • Galadriel is perfect and she always will be. I think they’re leaning a little too heavily into the warrior aspect of her, BUT that may make perfect sense in context of the show and how they develop her character, so I’m not too bothered yet.
  • only just found out about the changes regarding the Númenorean royalty. Boo. Pharazon might be a bastard, but Ar-Pharazon was king bastard. Also it’s kind of belittling to Tar-Míriel’s character that her chief struggle has essentially been removed…I would have loved to see what they did with a secretly furious Tar-Míriel who wants her rightful position restored from that jackass she had to marry. That would have been gold. Think of the subplots! The passive-aggression!
  • no new Elrond material. sadface. you made me like him, now feed my addiction, dammit!
  • I see Amazon is also leaning into the “hobbits have large feet” myth…one day, someone will depict hobbits with silky curls on their feet, I’m sure…one day…T__T
  • also, I get that Harfoots are close to nature and all that, but jeez…someone teach them how to wash their faces.
  • so, um…Bear McCreary composes that wonderful soundtrack, and you just…don’t use it in your final (I think?) trailer? …y’all weird. also, hearing modern trip-hop in a LotR piece really breaks the immersion, for me. The films didn’t hit us with modern performers singing in our common tongue until the credits, and the more I think on it, the more I’m fairly sure that was on purpose. It’s like a gentle shake, being told to go back into the real world, now…but softly, softly. This was like “BLAM YOU’RE WATCHING TELEVISION”. Yeah, I know, trust me.
  • Gil-galad is gonna be SO imperiously awesome and ever so slightly angsty and baby, I am living for it.

Also, this is…really disappointing, but not surprising, let’s be honest. Oh well. The films are the films, and the TV show is the show. Maybe it’s best to keep those experiences separate, and besides which, I don’t…actually think I could have gone back to Indooroopilly yet. Yes, it’s been a year, but it’s still an open wound. Maybe it always will be, I don’t know. (Surprised there were no screenings on at Chermside or even North Lakes, tbph…)

he of the star-dome

I…actually just had a weird revelation (for lack of a better word) about The Rings of Power.

I’m absolutely fascinated by Elrond Tarantino* — weirdly enough, it was seeing Robert Aramayo in action that solidified that; the man is poetry in motion and perfect for Elrond, even if the costume department keeps dragging its ass! And that voice, oh goodness — and am so looking forward to seeing his character really, really dug into. We only got glimpses of that in PJ’s Middle-earth movies, which is totally understandable, because he was such a minor character in those. And it’s a testament to how powerful an actor Hugo Weaving is that his movie depiction pretty much became the depiction of Elrond that I saw when I read the literature, but.

So. I got into a relationship that lead to engagement a few months after FotR’s release, and my then (now extremely ex) fiancée was completely obsessed with Elrond — well, really, she was obsessed with Hugo Weaving, and thus Elrond followed (and six months later when she had her brain eaten by Harry frickin’ Potter of all things, said “obsessions” were dropped like hot po-tay-toes, but hey, that’s what she does. Use people, and lie about having cancer. Oh yeah, dodged a bullet there). I always wanted to like, dig into his character from a fandom perspective, you know? Like fic, art, opinion pieces, research, all that kinda stuff. But…I never really did, because the image of Elrond was always slightly tainted by this toxic waste spill pretending to be a person.

(Look, she lied about have cancer in order to passive-aggressively get me to be the one to break up with her. Then cheated on me, twice. And then had the fucking gall to email me several years later wailing about how I was her “greatest love story”. I do not have to spare her feelings whatsoever.)

But now…what with Elrond Tarantino…it’s like…not like a new Elrond, because I think Aramayo really captures that same essence that Weaving did, but like…it’s like the bad associations have been removed from him? So it’s like I can dive into fangirling without the bad memories (or just the exasperating ones). And I absolutely love that idea. Maybe I’ll make that Elrond fansite after all.



* yes, this was mocking, originally. now it’s pure hopeful fondness! ♥ (yup, I’m one of those annoyances that mocks the things she likes, with no mercy. y’all know how much I adore Nicky Wire from the sheer amount of times I’ve made fun of his dramatic cranky gorgeous ass.)