SPOILER ALERT: Please note that if you have not seen The Hobbit - The Battle of the Five Armies, this blog may contain a minor spoiler.
The last of The Hobbit movies - The Battle of the Five Armies is showing in cinemas worldwide. I dreaded going to watch it. I wanted to...but I did not. Maybe if you don't watch it, it won't be over. As the soothing voice of Billy Boyd washed off the walls, I found myself glued to my seat, soft tears slowly slipping down my cheeks.
The last of The Hobbit movies - The Battle of the Five Armies is showing in cinemas worldwide. I dreaded going to watch it. I wanted to...but I did not. Maybe if you don't watch it, it won't be over. As the soothing voice of Billy Boyd washed off the walls, I found myself glued to my seat, soft tears slowly slipping down my cheeks.
I was not crying for Kili (maybe a few), nor
for Fili or Thorin. I was crying for the
loss of an era. From December 2001, with
the release of The Fellowship of the Ring, we waited in anticipation year after
year for the next movie. Rejoiced when I
heard that the Hobbit would be made into movies and again year after year
waited. Slurping up any news, trailers or photos you could get your hands on. Twelve years, of longing for Middle Earth.
Waiting to feel the magic of a lost world, captured on the big screen. Losing yourself for a few hours, in a magical
adventure. Now it was gone.
Yes I know, I can get the extended versions and
watch it over and over. I will, probably
another hundred times. But it's not the
same. It's an adventure that has come to
an end, and you have to go back to a dull existence of make believe. No Tolkien
or Jackson to feed your imagination.
Middle Earth became home. Suddenly we had to say goodbye. Goodbye to a mind-blowing universe lost in
the memories of mankind. To endearing
characters that became friends and heroes.
To our innocence. If only the
good and the evil were as clear-cut as defiling Orcs and mystical Elves. It is not.
The possibility of The Silmarillian hangs in
the air. I personally don't think it
could have the magic and enthrallment of Bilbo and Frodo's (with the help of
Samwise the brave) adventures.
After a while, teary eyes found each other, the
same words slipped out, "what are
we going to look forward to now?" I
sat for a very long time, feeling the loss, draped in the sadness, saying my
last Goodbye.
Now we can only hope by some magical, universal
serendipity, Peter Jackson finds ARACH.
How awesome would that be?
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