I was going to post about the English exam, but in my effort to be original (or at least unpredictable) I will be writing about something dear to my heart.


I loved The Hobbit. I know, that it wasn’t the best film out there (well…films) but I loved it. As a trilogy, it was as light-hearted as the book, whilst allowing audiences to build up emotional connections to the character, because, despite its brilliance, the book does not do that. When I first read the book, I could barely tell the difference between the dwarves, and did my heart break when they died? No. Because that was not the intention of The Hobbit. It was meant to be an adventure story, and it is. But for a modern audience, a simple adventure story won’t bring in the crowds needed to justify a budget that big. There had to be more to it than that.

I know, for some hard-core Tolkien fans, it was rubbish. So many people saw it as over commercialised crap, and I guess I can see why. God only knows I’ve complained about rubbish romances in the past. But it welcomed me in. That sounds so cliché, but it’s also completely true. I had read The Hobbit, and I had, to an extent, enjoyed it, but it was the films that made it real. I saw them before I saw any of the original trilogy, and so they were the ones to introduce me to a Middle Earth that I could see. Maybe I don’t love all of the changes they made. Maybe I happen to love the most outrageous sub-plot in the trilogy. What difference does that make?

For me, Kili and Tauriel made it more real than anything else. Sure, I enjoyed the first one, with its iconic scenes, and a charming introduction to Hobbiton, but the second one brought it to life. Logically, I know it could never have worked. A dwarf and an elf? Really? If I was reading it in a synopsis I would dismiss it immediately. But I’m a sucker for forbidden romance. I adore the unlikely stories where the enemies fall in love. I didn’t like Romeo and Juliet though. That was a bit much. How can I express how much I love this couple? I know that I sound like a squealing fan-girl at the moment, but it’s true. There was humanity in that impossible relationship, and it drew me in, and I fell hard.

The Hobbit gave me a deep emotional attachment to characters that I had never felt before. Normally I can stay calm during films, and crying is easily avoided. Not this one. Perhaps it was because I knew what would happen. They couldn’t break canon and keep them alive, because they didn’t need that kind of outraged uproar from the fans. I’ve read complaints that Fili should have died fighting, but there was something beautiful about his death. It was framed as sacrificial, almost like the lamb on the alter, which resonated with me. I’ve also heard complaints that Tauriel killed Kili by distracting him, but he would have died anyway. Who cares if they brought Legolas back? Who cares if they messed up the timeline so that they could reference Strider? I don’t. The slight timeline fudging was worth it, for the fact that I was able to whisper Aragorn when I heard that line. Because I’m a geek when it comes to Lord of the Rings. I’ve read the books several times, and I will go on to read them every year for as long as I live. Middle Earth welcomed me in from the cold, and showed me that somewhere, there is someone who agrees with you about one thing, as passionately as you believe it. It led me into a magical world, where actors become characters in my eyes, and where it doesn’t need to make sense. Maybe this is the wrong attitude to take, but I’m in love with Middle Earth, now and for eternity. And if anyone asks me why, I have one answer.

Because it’s real.