How should (or will) the Third Movie End

Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 17:17:29 -0500
>From "Ashford Wyrd" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>:
>> I think that's the much more powerful - and risky - ending.  It's the kind of
>> ending that leaves people in the seats for awhile after the films ends.
>> I don't know quite how you do it.
>Damn.... that's almost a Peter Pan type ending with the bittersweet effect
>of a long past history.... I seriously think PJ won't be QUITE so bold, but
>he will include the scouring, and there will be a telling of the app A
>ending with clear images of Arigorn and Arwen's deaths... covered in
>flowers, with petals floating down on top of them... possibly a voiceover to
>bookend the trilogy with Galadriel speaking of the changes that are still
>taking place in the world, and which will remain inevitable throughout
>history.

The ending that could be:
[following a flashforward of the King's lifespan and their marriage to
its end, with a voiceover narration]

But Arwen went forth from the House, and the light of her
eyes was quenched, and it seemed to her people that she
had become cold and grey as nightfall in winter that comes
without a star.  Then she said farewell to Eldarion, and to
her daughters, and to all whom she had loved, and she went
out from the city of Minas Tirith and passed away to the
land of Lorien, and dwelt there alone under the fading
trees until winter came.  Galadriel had passed away and
Celeborn also was gone, and the land was silent.

Even the power to bring dreams and memories forth as real
experiences had faded.  She spent long days in a shadow
world that was slowly slipping away with the passing of
winter.  The dreams, the memories, the love were all
becoming lost from the world.  And each time the shadows
of the dreams faded, she fell to the ground with tears in
deep sorrow.

At last, when the mallorn-leaves were falling, but spring
had not yet come, she laid herself to rest upon Cerin
Amroth to await the Doom.  The land, her beloved, her kin
had all passed away.  Grey mists now covered the land once
fair, and all was silence.  She was completely alone.

Yet even as she lay amongst the fading trees, the silence
was broken by a rustle as if that of a being arising from
a long slumber to the sounds of quiet weeping.

On one of the trees, eyes opened.  And the tree moved, but
a tree it was not at all.  For this was none other than
Treebeard himself, whose forest had long since grown well
nigh even onto Lorien.  On Cerin Amroth he kept watch out
over the distant lands beyond for the Entwives.

Seeing now her slow demise, Treebeart walked and stood next
to Arwen, a limb reaching for one of her hands, holding her
fading warmth in his.

"As long as the trees stand and grow, you will never be
alone.  For I an the Eldest, and none live in this world
yet more that have not arisen from acorn or womb in my
time.  Here too I shall remain, standing beside you
becoming more like tree than Ent with the passing of time,
ever keeping vigilant watch for the Entwives.  Alas, I
fear our long search has been in vain and our time, like
yours, has come to an end."

"Rest fitully, my fading Evenstar, and bear silent witness
with me to the passing of the world as we recede from time
and the memory of Men."

There remains her green grave and a tree ever standing
guard over it looking out to the distant lands beyond, and
there they remain until the world is changed, and all the
days of her life are utterly forgotten by men that come.