The Power of Galadriel.

You know, I’ve never taken very much notice of Lord of the Rings, either the books or the much lauded film version. And yet I keep stumbling on YouTube compilations of clips from the film. They’re messing with my senses a bit. I mean, take a look at this:

 

This is where I’ve always wanted to go ever since I was a kid. This represents the combination of feminine beauty and power which is about the only thing – along with the Buddha, maybe – to which I would be prepared to bow. And yet it’s only a freggin’ film starring a bunch of well paid freggin’ actors!

I’m not sure what’s going on here. I’m not a kid any more. I’ve grown cynical over the years, and especially scornful of commercially-driven phenomena like high grossing films. And yet here I am in the final days of 2012 being completely wowed like a babe in arms by a fictional character with a funny name.

Maybe I really am a hobbit, or maybe I’m just losing the plot. Would I post this if I hadn’t had a drink or three? Probably not, so here goes…