The Love of Beren Erchamion and Luthien
Beren Erchamion, a lowly Human, but yet the most noble and highly recognized of his kin. Son of Barahir himself, Beren was a shining beacon among men. Beren adventured far and wide, passing through the treachorous Mountains of Terror, a marvel of evil and villiany in those days, until at last he came to the fair forests of Doriath. There he saw the lady Luthien. His heart halted, his hands trembled and his blood raced as he felt the numbing warmth of love rush over him. Luthien recoiled at first at the human but Beren called to her, calling her 'nightingale'. As such Luthien felt her defenses fall and the feeling left her too as she succame to her emotions as well.
This pleased little Thingol, king of the lands and father of Luthien. Before bestowing the right to marry Luthien upon Beren he insisted that Beren perform several outrageously deadly deeds. Beren faced each peril and conquered it, right up to the seizing of the Silmaril from the crown of Morgoth in the very pits of Angband itself. Even this deed was accomplished by the mighty man. However, man he was, and to the great hound he fell at the gates of Angband, in the arms of Luthien. As her tears washed his face, she forsook her immortality and chose a mortal life, so that she may perish with her beloved. Together they left the world. Later, the gods, in their mercy, granted them both a mortal lifetime to spend in peace and love with one another.
-References : The Complete Tolkein Companion, J.E.A. Tyler
Well I just returned from a lovely journey to see Tristan and Isolde - an excellent movie. Thus my choice of introduction, still true to my original style. It also reflects lightly a stirring within me that's been undeniably there. Sometimes it's really hard to be so.. sentimental? Ridicoulas, I know, but when others just want to "have fun", anymore it seems I'm just not into that.. I almost certainly get my hopes up to have them dashed - perhaps I get too easily excited but I am an emotionally charged person - one way or another.
Perhaps that should all be saved for private talks in the mid of the night and the journal entries reserved to but a select few..
Life is well - things have been great for me so I have no room for complaint. I enjoy my classes, they arent' too much work - my family is good, I wish I saw them more. My friends are fantastic, the fraternity is awesome and I thoroughly enjoy my job. I think I did well on my SRA interview today - I left there feeling like I did my best, which is the best feeling I could of hoped for.
Tonight was a slew of fun, from random moonings and the running man, to Josh threatening people in the movie theater. It was just a good time all around.
I could go into great detail about the few disappointments I have with myself, with my current situations - but in the grand scale of people with problems mine are so minute that they barely warrant a passing thought let alone a journal entry - So I shall save this space for someone with greater need of it then I, someone more deserving of the attention and more desiring of the council. I find solace in my own mind and perhaps the counsel of a select few.. my own Istari :)
For now I will leave things as they are - perhaps to end with a monologue from the movie I saw tonight, yes? Something reflecting of my.. well, it's nice. Read it.
Isolde : I wonder by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ? But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ? 'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ; If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear ; For love all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ; Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ; Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.
and then perhaps the greatest lines in the entire movie...
Isolde: How many did you love before me?
Tristan: None.
Isolde: And after me?
Tristan: None.
- until then..
This pleased little Thingol, king of the lands and father of Luthien. Before bestowing the right to marry Luthien upon Beren he insisted that Beren perform several outrageously deadly deeds. Beren faced each peril and conquered it, right up to the seizing of the Silmaril from the crown of Morgoth in the very pits of Angband itself. Even this deed was accomplished by the mighty man. However, man he was, and to the great hound he fell at the gates of Angband, in the arms of Luthien. As her tears washed his face, she forsook her immortality and chose a mortal life, so that she may perish with her beloved. Together they left the world. Later, the gods, in their mercy, granted them both a mortal lifetime to spend in peace and love with one another.
-References : The Complete Tolkein Companion, J.E.A. Tyler
Well I just returned from a lovely journey to see Tristan and Isolde - an excellent movie. Thus my choice of introduction, still true to my original style. It also reflects lightly a stirring within me that's been undeniably there. Sometimes it's really hard to be so.. sentimental? Ridicoulas, I know, but when others just want to "have fun", anymore it seems I'm just not into that.. I almost certainly get my hopes up to have them dashed - perhaps I get too easily excited but I am an emotionally charged person - one way or another.
Perhaps that should all be saved for private talks in the mid of the night and the journal entries reserved to but a select few..
Life is well - things have been great for me so I have no room for complaint. I enjoy my classes, they arent' too much work - my family is good, I wish I saw them more. My friends are fantastic, the fraternity is awesome and I thoroughly enjoy my job. I think I did well on my SRA interview today - I left there feeling like I did my best, which is the best feeling I could of hoped for.
Tonight was a slew of fun, from random moonings and the running man, to Josh threatening people in the movie theater. It was just a good time all around.
I could go into great detail about the few disappointments I have with myself, with my current situations - but in the grand scale of people with problems mine are so minute that they barely warrant a passing thought let alone a journal entry - So I shall save this space for someone with greater need of it then I, someone more deserving of the attention and more desiring of the council. I find solace in my own mind and perhaps the counsel of a select few.. my own Istari :)
For now I will leave things as they are - perhaps to end with a monologue from the movie I saw tonight, yes? Something reflecting of my.. well, it's nice. Read it.
Isolde : I wonder by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ? But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ? 'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ; If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear ; For love all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ; Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ; Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.
and then perhaps the greatest lines in the entire movie...
Isolde: How many did you love before me?
Tristan: None.
Isolde: And after me?
Tristan: None.
- until then..