I came home buzzing.
It was the bit with the Eagles. I remember it. It excited me then and it did today when I saw it on the screen and even more so with the prospect in the morning when a tell the boys.
The thrill of an adventure. The changes in the heroes rising to challenges. Insurmountable odds. Hope fading. The stuff of legends.
I just saw the Hobbit.
Loved it. Loved the experience of stepping out, just briefly, into a very different world.
Critically, the film was good (not great nor the best). The 3D added depth and cinematic experience.
But what I loved was the thrill of an adventure which elevated the whole experience.
Oh and the bit with the eagles was as good as I remember. The amount of times I've replicated that in stories for my little ones.
A friend shared... upon a dusty Kenyan road travelling a very long journey his head rested well upon his mothers lap. Her loving hand stroking his young hair. The words uttered were of the adventure and challenge of a small, reluctant, and unassuming hobbit who journeyed with 12 dwarves and a wizard to meet a dragon. He rested and listen transfixed to every word and dulcet sounds of a mother with excitement. It was his earliest memory.
I can't wait to tell my children about it.
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