Sunday, November 18, 2007
The battle of Minas Tirith.
Lord of the Rings people? Haha if you have not watched it, you will not understand what I am about to write.
I loved the last battle at Minas Tirith, the charge of the Rohirrim, knights on horseback. I remember tearing at the scene. Why?
The city of Minas Tirith, a beacon of splendour, a crown of men's glory, the Tower of the Sun, has been overwhelmed and surrounded by the orcish legions of the Dark Lord Sauron. The clouds over the battlefield are dim and heavy, thick with smoky wrath. The cries of the orcs carry for miles and fire, fire sprang in many places of the city. An evil power was at work and the Dark captains, the Nazgul, instilled fear in the hearts of many.
Just before the last stroke fell, a light broke in the darkness and from the west came the majestic horns of the Rohirrim, sounding across the dark and evil meadow of many shadows. There appeared at the top of the plains, the Rohirrim, led by King Theoden and the House of Eorl. The banners of green flapped in the wind as they assembled against their foes, outnumbered ten to one. The orcs snarled and formed battled ranks against them from afar off, at the very foot of the besieged city.
Then arose King Theoden, his voice crying out clearer and louder than any man's, saying
"Arise! Arise riders of Theoden!
Fell deeds awake, Fire and slaughter
Spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered
A sword day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now! Ride to ruin and the world's ending!"
And with a cry, "Forth Eorlingas!",
Theoden sped down the plains, his white horse Snowmane faster than any other. The army gave a resounding roar and charged headlong after their King. Glory and power was with them. The golden hair of the man shone in the sun and their countenance bore no trace of fear, only courage and great determintion. They did not waver and stumble even as arrows of the orcs thudded into their midst and felled several riders.
On they went, like the fury of a great storm. The thundering hooves and warcry of the men struck fear even into the hearts of evil and the swords gleamed as they were raised. The eyes of men shone with their wrath and beauty. And the final clash of the armies was very great, even as the Rohirrim ran down the orcish legions that day on the Pelennor Fields.
The Rohirrim is likened to the army of God yes. And there shall we be in all our days, meeting the armies of evil without fear, without doubt, striking fear with the presence of God, bringing His light into the darkness.
His hand is with His army. Amen =)
Posted by The Inflamed at 9:12 PM
