Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

captain–kitten:

captain–kitten:

You know who I’m always really happy for? The little guys who light the Beacons of Minas Tirith in Return of the King. Like their entire lives are sitting next to these pyres, just staring at another pyre, waiting for fire. Trudging up what looks to be Mount Fucking Everest and shit to get to these things, then just sitting and waiting. They can’t not be there, bc GOOD JOB TERRY GONDOR CALLED FOR AID AND YOU DECIDED TO SLEEP IN NOW GONDOR IS DEAD. So they just sit and wait, loyal but bored out of their skulls. Then one day it happens, Gondor calls for aid, and the first beacon is lighted. One by one, they ignite. And Terry is sitting there, fucking doing soduku or some shit, when he sees the flame flicker on the mountain across the way. This is it, this is fUCKING TERRY’S TIME TO SHINE. So he grabs the ignition stick leaning up against the beacon, sticks it into the small fire he has going to cook his breakfast and lunch on, barely containing his excitement as the rag-covered tip ignites. He takes a deep breath and then touches it to the dormant pyre, a mixture of awe and pride swimming through his veins as the flames lick up the wooden tiers, creating a blaze so large he has to step back. It’s beautiful, his orange and gold masterpiece. He whips around to look behind him, eye trained on the next beacon in the line. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. And then finally, another fire! And Terry can’t contain it, he jumps around the burning beacon with joy, whooping and waving his ignition stick, having completed his sacred duty. His purpose is fulfilled and realized. He is elation personified. He has done it – hefted his share of the burden, played his integral part.

Four for you, Terry. You go, Terry.

I’m watching RotK again and it’s this scene and I still can only ever think of Terry. Lightin’ that beacon, savin’ that Gondor.

(Source: jonathansnowflakes, via cthulhu-with-a-fez)