…we shouldn’t be here at all, if we’d known more about it before we started. But I suppose it’s often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo: adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of a sport, as you might say. But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed in them, usually – their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn’t. And if they had, we shouldn’t know, because they’d have been forgotten. We hear about those as just went on – and not all to a good end, mind you; at least not to what folk inside a story and not outside it call a good end. You know, coming home, and finding things all right, though not quite the same – like old Mr Bilbo. But those aren’t always the best tales to hear, though they may be the best tales to get landed in! I wonder what sort of a tale we’ve fallen into?
This idea came to mind as I watched the conclusion of the Harry Potter film franchise Monday night. I had many emotions as the film played out on the screen…sadness at the loss, happiness at the fulfillment of promises, and awe at Rowling’s imagination. The mysteries and events that conclude the long march towards good versus evil are mind-boggling. I know I could never dream up something so creative.
****I am pretty sure everyone knows the story by now, but I feel the need to warn of the next spoilery paragraph. ****
I watched Harry in Dumbledore’s office for the last time, coming to terms with the fact that he would have to die to save his friends, and the scene of Christ in Gethsemane kept ringing in my brain. He set his face like flint, said goodbye, and went out to face death, the last great enemy. It was worshipful.
“And that’s the way of a real tale. Take any one that you’re fond of. You may know, or guess, what kind of a tale it is, happy-ending or sad-ending, but the people in it don’t know. And you don’t want them to”. – Frodo
and title quote from Andrew Peterson’s song “After the Last Tear Falls”