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Okay, so the Boromir thing.
I think that every man, on some level, wishes he was Aragorn. A king who surrendered the right to his throne because he didn’t believe in the corruption that had come to the kingdom. He comes back victorious to save what could not be saved by any other. He is a natural leader of men, has a beautiful love who inspires him, has a rugged countenance that makes him dangerous yet handsome. Every man really wishes, deep down when reading/watching Lord of the Rings that he was Aragorn, but I bet if we were all honest with eachother - we all secretely and almost regretfully identify with Boromir. He’s not the real king, only a steward. A good warrior, but not the greatest. He is hungry for something he can’t have and seeks himself. He is overcome by his desire more often than he stands firmly against it. At the same time he is ultimately good, and has good wants as well - the might of his people…yadayada. He is ultimately overcome and in his act of death, proves that he is good.
I guess I just feel like that a lot - a pretty good guy, who’s not the best, but tries, is totally falable but wants to be remembered, and if given the opportunity - would die to prove by his death what he feels incapable of proving with his life.
Ring a bell with any of you males? Then again, some of you are probably Gimli…not even going to go there.
David said,
July 29, 2005 @ 10:28 am
I completely identify with that synopsis. Easily overcome by my own desires. My strongest desire, to be great, to be a man in the Aragorn sense, is always sabotage by my lesser and more immediate desires. You pretty much summed it up, though. Then again, some days I feel like Denethor. And that’s worse!
But as much as I aspire to Aragorn, I’d be satisfied if I could live up to the life of Samwise. Unquestioning devotion to friends and a desire for the simplest pleasures life can offer, a family, a small garden, and a warm home. Even when Frodo balked, in the heart of mordor, in the shadow of darkness, Sam’s heart never quailed. He just, plodded on. The most straightforward kind of courage; to do as you must in the face of whatever was to come with opportunity to turn back at any time, and all the more courageous because it was never really HIS quest, but his friends. I digress, ad infinitum. You know the character, you of all people can see the depth to the character of that character.