Little Sisters and Tolkien
My little sister, a Tolkien fan already
three, has long been convinced that she is Boromir. She even calls
another brother “Uncle Immy” And yes, Immy is short for Imrahil; you
ask how she knows that Imrahil is Boromir’s uncle? I truly have no
idea. This is the same little sister, however, who, upon receiving a
toy guinea pig for Christmas, promptly named it Elrond-Denethor.
However, after a viewing of ROTK (which she watched all the way
through, amazingly), she suddenly decided to be Smeagol. After such
good taste in her earlier choice of names, I naturally tried to
dissuade her from choosing this.
“All right,” she said, after I explained that she should pick a good
character. “I am Faramir.”
While very proud of her excellent taste, I thought that it might be
wise to hint her towards picking a female character, as I had felt very
strange when calling her Boromir. “Why don’t you be Rosie?” I asked
sweetly. “You look like her.”
“No,” she responded. “I am Faramir.”
“You could be Eowyn,” I said, persisting. “She had blond hair like
“No. I want to be Faramir.”
How could I resist such love for my beloved Faramir? I don’t know,
but I could. “You could be Freda,” I added, drawing at straws and
picking a movie-only character.
“I don’t know that,” she said.
“What?” I asked, marveling that the little girl who knew who
Imrahil was could not remember a character from the movies. “Don’t you
remember the little girl whose mother put her on the horse? ‘But Papa
says Eothain must not ride Garulf, he is too big for him’” I quoted for
her benefit. She gave me a blank stare.
“Remember? When Gandalf and Theoden saw the horse, and the little
boy fell off, and Eowyn gave them soup and blankets? That little girl?”
“I didn’t watch that part,” she said, indignant that she might have
Since she had watched all of The Two Towers more than once, I tried
to prompt her memory. “Yes, you saw that part. It was in TT. Remember
the movie where Aragorn gets kissed by a horse?”
“I didn’t see that part!” she said.
“Remember when Haldir and the Elves come to Helm’s Deep?”
She shook her head and furrowed her brow, obviously believing there
was some conspiracy that had hid these choice scenes from her viewing.
“Remember when Aragorn eats Eowyn’s soup?”
Again, a negative.
“Don’t you remember the movie with Treebeard?” I asked in
desperation, realizing the inevitable futility of arguing with a
She shook her head, and I had no response but to wonder that she
could have forgotten so quickly. Deciding to have a bit of fun, I asked
“Don’t you remember the part where Gollum bites Faramir’s toes?”
She began to shake her head, then laughed and said: “He didn’t do
Glad that she had not forgotten everything, I laughed with her. “I was
just kidding,” I said.
“I want to see that movie,” she finished, nodding firmly.
Well, could I deny such a request as that? “Later we can watch it,” I