Mechtild's

"He will come I have decided" You can feel the silent and firm resolution in this moment. It is a haunting and pensive poem. So beautiful. These scenes from the council have always mesmorized me. I always noticed the pressure Frodo was feeling. He was so linked already to the ring. The sweat beading his upper lip and forehead. His eyes reddening a bit. The inner battle. The determination that builds until he declares he will take the ring. Then that look of resignation, tenderness and sorrow that grace Gandalf's face as he looks on at Frodo.
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