That's not fair!!!! An Aragorn all washed and clean and his hair soooo soft, just for stroking and those eyes... the damn man is irresponsibly beautiful. That mouth!
Viggo Mortensen should not be allowed out to make films, he's dangerous(ly unbeleievably UNSAFE). And this is just a screen shot! Oh Cairi.... such beauty, such a hero. VM you are a heartbreaking b*****d.
I've been thinking about this picture most of Wednesday with something niggling but not biting. Doggone it!
He's got his good elven clothes on so I suspect Rivendell; but what is disturbing him I wonder? What thought or even has so caught him up that we see him frozen in time for a moment, the emotions of distress and trepidation just under the surface?
So many fun ways to tell a new story with this photo, regardless of the film scene. I hope you can track down and idea and tackle it (but, er, careful with your sore spots!)
We'd had words; sharp words with edges bright and full of hurt. I could not marry his daughter.
No!
I could not stand to hear this again! In my worst nightmare he told me 'no', like a child, like a man.
"She belongs with her people!"
I felt it then, like never before, the deep grinding fear that had haunted me in childhood fevers and adult nightmares. That I was not 'his people', not his, not anyone's.
Adar, no, Lord Elrond, had drawn the line between us and issued his challenge: the only way I could win his daughter's hand in marriage, the only way I could win Arwen's love - would mean winning a throne as well.
More years alone. More years of not belonging, not having a soft hand or caring voice to tell me of love and family. Long years.
And I felt them in that moment, deeply, frighteningly and inevitably.
Would I ever have the dream of my heart? or would I finally go to the Halls of my Fathers empty handed with no one to weep for me and no son to call my name?
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Date: 2013-02-20 03:55 pm (UTC)Viggo Mortensen should not be allowed out to make films, he's dangerous(ly unbeleievably UNSAFE). And this is just a screen shot! Oh Cairi.... such beauty, such a hero. VM you are a heartbreaking b*****d.
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Date: 2013-02-20 10:48 pm (UTC)That's what gets me every time. :)
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Date: 2013-02-20 09:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-02-21 12:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-21 04:23 pm (UTC)He's got his good elven clothes on so I suspect Rivendell; but what is disturbing him I wonder? What thought or even has so caught him up that we see him frozen in time for a moment, the emotions of distress and trepidation just under the surface?
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Date: 2013-02-21 05:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-21 08:54 pm (UTC)No!
I could not stand to hear this again! In my worst nightmare he told me 'no', like a child, like a man.
"She belongs with her people!"
I felt it then, like never before, the deep grinding fear that had haunted me in childhood fevers and adult nightmares. That I was not 'his people', not his, not anyone's.
Adar, no, Lord Elrond, had drawn the line between us and issued his challenge: the only way I could win his daughter's hand in marriage, the only way I could win Arwen's love - would mean winning a throne as well.
More years alone. More years of not belonging, not having a soft hand or caring voice to tell me of love and family. Long years.
And I felt them in that moment, deeply, frighteningly and inevitably.
Would I ever have the dream of my heart? or would I finally go to the Halls of my Fathers empty handed with no one to weep for me and no son to call my name?
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Date: 2013-02-21 09:04 pm (UTC)