You reminded me of this wee snippet from my story "Making It Right"...
Frodo stepped forward next, several small pieces of parchment in his hands.
“From whom did you ‘borrow’ these, my friend?” Arwen asked him.
“From... Aragorn’s mother,” Frodo replied.
Aragorn was visibly startled.
“It’s my gift for the Queen,” Frodo continued. “I spoke with Lord Elrond, and Lady Arwen’s brothers, and all I could find from Rivendell.” He held out the parchments to Arwen, who took them and began to read silently, a smile lighting her face. “They’re recipes, favorites of your mother,” Frodo explained to Aragorn. “I thought the Queen might like to prepare some dishes for you from your childhood. That is...I don’t expect her to cook for you, of course, you no doubt have staff for that; but from time to time...” he blushed and stepped back.
“Staff or no,” Arwen said with delight, “I thank you for this gift, Ring-bearer. Every bride should learn a few recipes from her mother-in-law, should she not?”
“She should, indeed,” Aragorn replied, taking the hand-copied sheets from her and reading them over. Frodo searched the King’s face for any hint of pain or sadness, but relaxed when he saw only a gentle, wistful smile.
I *love* this scene in the movies... it felt so absolutely right, him kneeling there, remembering. Then Elrond had to walk up and mess it all up but we won't think about that. LOL
I'm always amazed by the range of emotions in this scene, when it's just him kneeling there. It's a perfect example of how Viggo uses stillness to such great effect. The only thing that really moves his is eyes and his hand, and yet he conveys so many emotions: sorrow, of course, but also regret that the memorial is neglected and guilt that he's not around to make sure it's kept up properly and sorrow that his mother died without hope and... it just goes on and on, doesn't it??
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Date: 2011-05-08 04:30 pm (UTC)Frodo stepped forward next, several small pieces of parchment in his hands.
“From whom did you ‘borrow’ these, my friend?” Arwen asked him.
“From... Aragorn’s mother,” Frodo replied.
Aragorn was visibly startled.
“It’s my gift for the Queen,” Frodo continued. “I spoke with Lord Elrond, and Lady Arwen’s brothers, and all I could find from Rivendell.” He held out the parchments to Arwen, who took them and began to read silently, a smile lighting her face. “They’re recipes, favorites of your mother,” Frodo explained to Aragorn. “I thought the Queen might like to prepare some dishes for you from your childhood. That is...I don’t expect her to cook for you, of course, you no doubt have staff for that; but from time to time...” he blushed and stepped back.
“Staff or no,” Arwen said with delight, “I thank you for this gift, Ring-bearer. Every bride should learn a few recipes from her mother-in-law, should she not?”
“She should, indeed,” Aragorn replied, taking the hand-copied sheets from her and reading them over. Frodo searched the King’s face for any hint of pain or sadness, but relaxed when he saw only a gentle, wistful smile.
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Date: 2011-05-08 10:25 pm (UTC)Shirebound, that snippet from Making it Right is perfect too.
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