The end of an era at Fordham has me a bit melancholy and thinking about the past. Which in turn has me thinking about my own history and a rather intense connection I've always felt with Theodred and the Rohirrim. Some of you may see the connection, but even if you don't get the specifics, I find the poignant expression that sorrow and regret is given here to be really quite beautiful and deep. This is one of the simplest, most moving moments in the Lord of the Rings movies, at least to me:
There's just such a noble weariness to it all, and a simplicity to it - not the grand ending or the high moment of the plot, just a perseverance that ends in simple silence. It's beautiful, for all it's tragically sad. Thought I'd share it.