The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power

I suppose it is canon when I tell you how I have loved the works of Tolkien since I was a child. The works of Rowling matched that fervour in the late nineties. But then I saw The World This Week with Pranoy Roy, where they gave the world a glimpse of The Fellowship of the Ring. I already was well aware that Gandalf would be played by Sir Ian McKellen. He was one of my earlier icons from theatre, he had come out as gay and was a role model. He became even more of a beacon of light for this boy growing up in the suburbs of Mumbai.

I won’t get into the absolute delight of watching Peter Jackson’s trilogy as they released over the beginning of this century. They will forever be a bench mark in the history of cinema. The Hobbit trilogy that followed a decade later was not lovelier than the first trilogy. I always wondered whether the Silmarillion would be touched.

You see, I believe that The Silmarillion is chock full of brilliant mythology. The stories have a lot of death and destruction, but they also have love and light. I am of the belief that The Silmarillion has more cinematic appeal than the Lord of the Rings and that is indeed saying much. The characters are epic, because they deal directly with a scope that extends into the realms of the gods – literally.

So I will not gloze on how wonderfully happy I was when the rights to the Second Age was bought over by Amazon, in November, 2017. I wondered why they didn’t take in the rights to the First. But I would suppose it is because the Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit will always be the go-to for Tolkien’s work on film. So, the depiction of the Second Age and a known villain like Sauron would have a far greater appeal in terms of quicker understanding for the vox populi.

So, then I waited, almost in the gloom of Gollum’s cave.

The Tolkien Estate sold the rights to the highest bidder who turned out to be Jeff Bezos of Amazon. The rights were sold for USD 250,000,000 and his plan of making an epic series greater than The Game of Thrones began its reality. The budget was supposed to be USD 150,000,000 per season, but the first season is now estimated to exceed USD 1,000,000,000.

The COVID pandemic fucked up a lot of production and I won’t get into what happened to millions of personal lives. But the making of the series always brought me one of the few hopes that I cling onto. You know, how when things get dark and you wonder if there are things to look forward to in life? Well, this series was one of those things. I am a man of small desires – food to eat, clothes to wear, people to love and books and movies to watch.

Director Bayona completed shooting of the first two episodes of season one by December, 2020. 2021 was the year where they brought out the day of release for the series. They were calling it The Lord of the Rings series, itself – and it seemed right, since the main antagonist of the series, after all, would be Sauron. The teasers released, pictures and video. Hope increased.

Then I waited through the entire night for the release at 6:30AM on 1st September, 2022. Let me tell you right at the beginning that I have not been disappointed in the least. Far from it.

It begins with a prologue. Galadriel narrates. The salute to The Lord of the Rings movies is unmistakable. The prologue here doesn’t speak of the Second and Third Age – it speaks of the First. There are some spectacular glimpses of the Two Trees. The Darkening of Valinor and then the sinking of Beleriand. I wondered then if the series would be understood by those who have never read the books or seen the movies – much less read The Silmarillion, Unfinished Tales and the History of Middle-earth.

There could have been more explanations to Morgoth, before showing us the glimpse of Sauron. Hopefully, the people who are not in the know, picked up on the quick segue from fallen Valar to fallen Maiar.

Morfydd Clark as Galadriel does not disappoint. She lacks the charisma of Cate Blanchett. But this is a different Galadriel than the one you see later in the Third Age of the World.

This Galadriel is the forerunner of the show. She is its heroine. Here, you are presented with the Elf who becomes the Dark Queen of Lórien when presented with the ring. This is a younger Galadriel, who is steeped with ideas of ambition and vengeance. She is the Galadriel who has lost her family in the tumult of the First Age. She is the one who wants to hunt down Sauron who she believes is not dead or lost. She is the one who wishes to take the Ring from Frodo, much later, because she has not given up the idea of bringing peace to the realm by any means necessary. This is the Galadriel who gives up Valinor because she believes without her no one will attempt to set things right in Middle-earth. Her character is not Light and it is not Dark. It is grey.

The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power Galadriel (Morfydd Clark) on the battlefield. CR: Ben Rothstein / Prime Video

I love the way she is represented. She is the Lady of Light seen in Caras Galadhon in the end of the Third Age. She is here more vocal about her desire. She has not yet become the politician that she accuses Elrond of being. One of the best scenes of the first episode, in my opinion, is when she is on the ship sailing to Valinor. The spectacle of the scene is a culmination of the representation of places we have never seen on screen before.

Lindon, Khazad-dûm, Eregion, the South Lands – utterly beautiful depictions – and the special effects team has just done its job so very well. And Númenor – oh my gosh. It is said that concept artist John Howe (I love his work!) filled 40 sketchbooks with drawings for the project! He stated that the biggest different between the films and the series was that the series visited new locations!

Payne, McKay and Avery, the writers, wanted a lot more focus on the beauty of Númenor, because it had never been conceptualised before on screen. Tolkien had mentioned that the city was like Venice, because of its connection to water. The Elven works have given way to work grounded by the reign of Men… and as with mankind, there are grandiose depictions of stone sculptures – of Men. But I digress.

The crux of Galadriel’s conflict comes within the scene at Valinor’s portal. The rejection of her invite to return home. It is like the rejection of Fëanor, when he is told by the Valar to stay at home and not seek out Morgoth for revenge. But he does, and so does she. She abandons the ship bound for Valinor. She thinks her presence is indispensable. It is her own vanity that makes her dark, as she dives into the sea, instead of looking upward into the stars.

Valinor

The writers of the show have dealt with the minds of the Valar and given them the cognizance of wisdom. As Galadriel reaches Valinor and the portal opens, a comet shoots out from the skies. Her replacement is sent forth. They do not mention who The Stranger is – but I would like to believe it is Gandalf the Grey. He is sent forth as a better replacement to Galadriel. For he is a Maiar – of fire – the follower of Manwë – and he has no intention to gain power. His purpose is only to help and guide. As is clearly shown by the end of the third episode.

Of course, I wouldn’t say that the purpose to help and guide was also shared by both Morgoth and Sauron. The former when he teaches the Vanyar how to build weapons and armour and the latter when he becomes Annatar and comes to Númenor. But those are analogies I won’t speak about further.

The scenes in Lindon are some of my favourite. Everything is so – yellow. But the carvings of the fallen on trees – superb. Has anyone noticed how Gil-Galad, Benjamin Walker, looks so similar to the actor who plays Gil-Galad in the movies, Mark Ferguson?

The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power Clockwise from top left: Harfoots Marigold Brandyfoot (Sara Zwangobani), Largo Brandyfoot (Dylan Smith), Poppy Proudfellow (Megan Richards), and Elanor “Nori” Brandyfoot (kneeling).

The creation of the Harfoots seems so in sync with the question of how the hobbits come into their own. I always wondered why their history was never mentioned very much. I like the idea of them being nomadic and filled with the idea of family. The character of Nori played by Markella Kavenagh is so – right. She fills easily into the shoes of both Merry and Pippin. The Stranger rockets right into their midst. Another reason why I feel he has to be Gandalf (apart from the fact that he can speak to fireflies like he did with a moth). Does Gandalf the Grey not share an old affinity with hobbits? It’s all so well-structured.

After the Elves and the Hobbits, I must speak of my favourite couple in the series. Prince Durin IV and Princess Disa. Khazad-dûm is a wonder. The way they have picked up the skeletal ruins seen in The Lord of the Rings and filled them with life and beauty is a joy to behold. Just amazing work of the digital team that has mastered about 9,500 visual effects shots within this one season! The acting of Durin and the chemistry between him and Disa is really lovely to behold – you can actually feel their love.

The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power Prince Durin IV (Owain Arthur) and Princess Disa (Sophia Nomvete) of Khazad-dûm.

Finally, we come to the depiction of the Southlands. Another area of Middle-earth never before seen. There is a history there that hasn’t been spoken of – and once again there is light even in the darkness, presented as the love of Bronwyn for Arondir.

There were bigots who did not wish people of colour to play roles they thought should be played by white people. They spoke on behalf of Tolkien. What I know is this – Tolkien wrote about the free peoples of Middle-earth – and they all sat on the Council to decide Middle-earth’s fate. As such, I am sure he would be just as pleased with Ismael’s Arondir as most people who admire gravitas do. He is the Elven Aragorn.

Tolkien’s work is for everyone. I was a 12-year-old Indian boy, bullied because he was different, and reading about Frodo then did me a world of good. So I do not believe that I could not play that part just as well as Elijah, just because I am brown. (Pardon my immodesty – I do not beg pardon for my ethnicity!)

We have a lot of similarities between the Third Age and this one. We have a dark weapon that talks and corrupts, we have a dwarf and an elf friendship, we have a lost king of men, many dialogues that seemed to be picked up from the movies (she has passed out of my sight), another weapon forged by the elves that is a representation of an ancient warrior, and so much ambition floating about everywhere.

I have loved the series so far. I like the depiction of the characters. The script has its flaws here and there, but over all the writing is very good. The dialogue has been adapted to suit the difference in the ages of Middle-earth. For example, Elves speak mostly Quenya instead of Sindarin. There are different dialects and even poetic meters for some characters. It’s a lovely affair of sound. The writers have outdone themselves – and I can just imagine what a momentous task it happens to be.

It is necessary, I suppose, to leave cliff-hangers here and there. Like what exactly was in the box that King Durin opens up with his son. I think it could be a silmaril. Some think it could be mithril, upon the finding of which the dwarven kingdom began its downfall. They “delved too deep” – and ultimately released the Balrog.

For me, someone steeped in Tolkien’s mythos, the series has proved to be a sensation of many delights. I love seeing the different locations. Seeing characters that I have read about and always wanted to see on screen. I look forward to every Friday morning. And the wait fills me with pleasure. It is nice to look forward to things like this in life when most things seem to pale and fall away into desolate burdens of daily life. I do hope we get to see all five seasons of this – because I much prefer to see Middle-earth than Westeros. Romanticism over realism and love instead of cruelty.

A Lover vs A Friend

There’s a syntax that happens when people fall in love. Their friends feel like subordinate clauses. As it should happen when people fall in love, their lovers become a priority. Most friends feel alienated.

In the modern world, where the need for self worth is all consuming, the necessity for the Self to feel secure and by default the friendships one already has an extension to the Self, become paramount. The love relationship then becomes of second nature. Something that is breakable and by default is transitory and thus needs secondary attention.

However, when marriage is in the picture all the other priorities become less significant – to a degree and for a certain period of time. Because marriage involves society and other relationships. In a gay relationship, where marriage isn’t the be all and end all, the validity of love becomes subservient to time and other human equations. And in a country where there are no gay marriages, gay relationships become temporary even in the eyes of the gay vox populi.

Gay friends speak of the love between two queer people frivolously. There are aspersions to the validity of the love itself, considering the amount of sex that is available out there in the community. Hurrah, for the sex. But the point I try to make is that sex is often seen as the be all and end all of a love relationship. Most people forget about the word “love” itself.

I will be the first to admit that love is a complicated emotion. Understanding it is probably futile. Thus, one can only feel it and the abstraction that it creates is inexplicable. One of the reasons why it’s so easy to think of it as not worth the bother. Sex is simpler. Easier. And people who have not felt the abstraction can only equate it to what is practical and attainable.

This I find bothersome.

What one must remember is that romance doesn’t last. Love does. Sex may or may not last. Love does. There are no two ways about it. When one feels, and when one feels deeply, the emotion penetrates the tangible heart. It manifests therein like a living, breathing thing. And as the passion and the romance wanes, the friendships return to their own spaces. They may come in a bit singed, if they don’t understand what love is. And if they themselves have loved, the singe heals. Love finds its own grooves and alcoves.

If only friends understood this. Friends and lovers. Each have their own spaces. Their own gardens. Their own gazebos. In the same heart.

My family

You know, my family? Pretty awesome set of women.

My paternal gran was a refugee from Sahiwal, Pakistan. Her family lost everything in the partition. She married a promising engineer and had four kids. She was a widow at 26. She raised the children on her own, not wanting to return to Punjab from Mumbai, because she would have had to marry one of his brothers. She lived a lonely life and loved me to the core. I lost her in 2000.

My elder bua married a widower with four children. She was self-made, strong and never asked anyone for help. She became a widow after five years of marriage. She raised her step children and managed the household on her own. She battled depression throughout her life. She was the first one I came out to after my mom. She wrote me a letter and in it, she said I love you no matter who you love. I lost her in 2019.

My younger bua paved her own path. She never cared much for the world thought of her. She chalked out her own destiny. She never complained. She made her wins for her family and her losses her own. She loved once and wholeheartedly. She saw her husband through his worst and was with him til he died. After, she was lonely and devastated. She was a poet. She understood me in ways no one ever could or has. She was my father. I lost her in 2021.

My mom is naïve in the ways of emotion and she is who she is. She has no malice in her. She is self-made. She married at 19 and by 20 she began working and never stopped until her retirement. She did the best she could, having two children to raise on her own because my father stopped working when I was 2. She battled against his alcoholism and shattered dreams of love and fulfillment. She braved cancer and she built her own home. The only one in my family to do so. She accepted me for who I am without any altercation or drama. I came out to her at 16.

My sister, another woman who loves me to the core. She followed me everywhere as a child. She looked up to me and gradually after I told her to find her own path, began forging it on her own. She never looked back. She worked and she battled her own demons – always privately. Because she took after my elder bua – she never breathed a word about her losses or her sorrows. When she married she did it because she wanted to.

My maternal grandparents rocked. They were the only couple I saw the happiest in each other’s company. From them, I learned that true love did exist. The kinds you only read about in romance novels. They were open-minded and funny. I lost my granddad in 1995, and my gran mom in 2003.

My furkids – Bonzo, Rolfe, Diana, Zoe, Zach and Xena. The loves of my life. I lost Bonzo in 1996, Rolfe in 2001, Diana in 2005 and Zoe in 2013. They have been my children and I have wanted none of the human kind when I have them.

I can go on and on about the rest of the tribe. My cousin sister, Natasha, who stood up for me at weddings and get-togethers, my jeej, Ignatius, who accepted me without an eyebrow raised, my niece, Danica, who has been my friend more than my niece, my maasi, who loved me like a son.

Finally, my partner, Anand. He and I don’t see eye to eye on everything, except the things that count. He stuck with me through thick and thin and showed me that marriages are not made by rituals and paperwork. The testament of love has to be unspoken and realised solely on emotion. There is no mountain that I shall climb where I know he will not follow. There is no tragedy he will go through where I won’t be there holding onto his hand. Love is not easy. But love is also not a fantasy. It does exist, even in the bitterest of lows and the cruelest times.

This is my family. If you knew us when all of us were together, you really could understand what it means to be a family. Now that I have lost so many over time, few of us remain, but yea, if you are included in our fold, trust me, you will know what it is to be loved.