Disclaimer: Tolkien described it in words, PJ painted the picture in light – Kortirion chalks innuendo on the walls
I was not afraid when the red-eyed, silent ranger sat me clinging to the pommel of his saddle as we galloped into the night. I could see my mother’s eyes were bright with unshed tears as she urged her own horse on at our side.
I was not afraid when, arriving in Imladris, I was woken from sleep to stare straight into the clear, elven eyes of Lord Elrond; eyes that held the ice and fire of thousands of years, but filled with laughter when he smiled.
Why then does one look into this man’s wary eyes make me shiver?
Title: Those Eyes II
Disclaimer: Tolkien described it in words, PJ painted the picture in light – Kortirion chalks innuendo on the walls.
I was not afraid to face down my father’s wrathful eye, though as children we’d spun tales to the palace brats of his baleful glare turning transgressors to stone. Our Amah overheard this idle game and punished us, but I’d seen the twinkle of mirth in her eye.
I was not afraid, at least not for myself, to stand on the walls of Osgiliath and stare into the snake-eyed blackness of a thousand misshapen orcs baying for blood, shaking bloody shields painted with fiery lidless eyes.
Why then does this northern ranger’s gaze hold me so firmly I feel unmanned?