I just recovered my hard drive from middle school and high school (2001-2006), including? All the pictures I obsessively saved of the LotR cast while the movies were coming out.
It was like a beautifully embarrassing gift to me just in time for the release of The Hobbit. Their enthusiasm for each other about equals my enthusiasm about this movie.
It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why.
