Lord of the Rings fangirl time.

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You know what? I have never had so strong a reaction to someone disrobing on screen as the one I have at the bit in Two Towers, where Aragorn at Helm's Deep is arming before the battle, still believing he's going to die with the Rohirrim on the walls. I just... Uhnf. I don't even have words. It makes me simultaneously want to pull on my own armour and pick up blade and join the hopeless defence as a comrade in arms, and kiss him like Arwen doesn't even exist, right there on the cavern floor with the remains of the Fellowship watching.

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[pollinia.livejournal.com]

Nnngh, yes. Two Towers had me breathless for the whole damn thing, and that scene was no exception. I have a hard time getting emotionally involved in movies, but that one had the opposite effect, where I couldn't shake it for days afterward.

[salome-dansant.livejournal.com]

I don't remember this scene well enough... This definitely calls for a LOTR marathon the next chance I get!

[valis2.livejournal.com]

I was just rewatching those before I left, and y'know, I remember thinking some yummy thoughts there myself. *grins*

Mostly, though, I just crushed on Faramir.

[fer-de-lance.livejournal.com]

Watched ROTK last night, and I cheered every time he came onscreen. Go, Faramir, with your being tragic and cute andsoobviouslyinlovewithAragorn!

[fer-de-lance.livejournal.com]

Heh, that's always a good idea! :D I tend to do the same thing -- forget them for a while, then marathon them all in a rush of glee and Big Emotional Moments and squeeing.

[fer-de-lance.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. Mostly there's a layer of distance between me and whatever I'm watching; I'm interested, but there's some cushion between me and the big emotional punches.

These films? I start feeling a tightness of the chest when they're getting dressed, and it just gets worse from there. :D By the time ROTK rolls around and Aragorn's telling a bunch of incorporeal zombies their oaths are fulfilled, I've got this deep and abiding urge to run off to a place that doesn't exist and forsake all the conveniences of indoor plumbing for a life of horsemen with banners and an oath of fealty.

[fer-de-lance.livejournal.com]

...And then I spend the next week writing snippets of character-study fic in my head, and wondering how they all went along, after the end, and remembering random snippets of oddly touching minor moments. And making LJ posts about them.