Synopsis, 1.02, Part II
We rejoin Galadriel somewhere in the middle of the ocean. Going by the way time has gone by for the other characters, it looks like she has been swimming for a couple of days and nights—maybe with intervals of floating on her back to rest? She’s been at it long enough, anyway, to be looking quite worn down, and when she sees a very makeshift-looking raft, made up of planks and spars from a wreck, and carrying a half dozen survivors of that wreck, she is quite willing to climb aboard. Not all the passengers are in agreement about this, however, nor eager to share their meager supplies—we also hear some conversation in the background that seems to indicate that someone they didn’t like or trust may have been killed or abandoned previously— however, a woman gives her a hand to climb on board, and also a drink of water. Mention is made of “a worm” attacking their ship. When they see by Galadriel’s ears that she is an elf, she is pushed overboard—just when the “worm” appears and rams the raft. We don’t see much of this creature, but I believe it is what Tolkien called a "fish-dragon." One of the men unties his part of the raft so that it floats free from the others, and so manages to avoid the diaster for himself.
I don't actually see what he could have done to help the others, but it does seem pretty callous. Are we supposed to judge him on this, distrust him accordingly? Of course we don't know his history with his shipmates, or what bonds of loyalty—if any—should have bound them. Right now I will just mark him down in my mind as out for himself.
He rows after Galadriel and offers her a place on his much reduced raft. They introduce themselves—he says his name his Halbrand, but offers nothing more in the way of introduction. Galadriel's name, when she tells him, seems to mean nothing to him. The scene ends with the two of them watching each other suspiciously. Not exactly a comfortable state of affairs on such a small raft.
Back at Khazad-dum Elrond loses the rock-breaking contest, and is now banished. He asks Durin if the prince will personally escort him to the exit, and Durin grumpily answers “Gladly.” As they ride the lift toward the exit on the surface, it finally comes out why Durin is so hostile. “You missed my wedding!” Funny, but also sad. It is twenty years since the two of them have seen each other, and during that time Durin has fallen in love, married, and become the father of two children, and his so-called good friend has not been there for any of it. Though time moves differently for the immortal elves than it does for others, Durin is not accepting that as an excuse. Elrond, ever the diplomat—although also looking genuinely moved—congratulates his friend on his wife and the birth of his children, apologizes, and says he would like to apologize to Durin’s family personally. He may be truly sorry for hurting his friend’s feelings, but he’s still a politician.
Durin agrees and takes Elrond to his home, saying,” One apology. No reminiscing about old times. No getting better acquainted. And NO staying for dinner.” But he figures without the warm-hearted reaction of Princess Disa, his wife. Or ... maybe he depends on her to smooth out the quarrel, so that he can keep his pride and his friendship both. Either way, Disa—who obviously has never met Elrond, but easily guesses who he is—welcomes him into her home with a big hug, and an invitation to dinner. Reminiscing and getting better acquainted will soon follow.
Over dinner, Disa explains the dwarvish art of “resonating” which is her particular gift, by which the dwarves learn which places they can safely and profitably delve. Elrond asks how the couple first met, and after a bit of bickering about who liked who first, and how long they courted, the amorous dwarven pair end in a passionate kiss. It is hard to describe exactly what makes them so, but they really are an endearing pair of characters. Durin remains suspicious of Elrond’s motives a while longer. There is is a touching story about a mallorn tree growing, against all odds and the expectations of the other dwarves, in such an unlikely location, but the tree was given as a sapling to Durin by Elrond, and Durin has been tenderly nurturing it all these years. Dinner resumes with the prince grudgingly agreeing to listen to the proposal Elrond brings from his king.
It has been suggested in another thread that the dwarves are dressed to look Scottish in “near kilts,” so I watched the Khazad-dum scenes carefully to determine whether this is so—though my own impression had been otherwise. The females wear dresses or long robes, the males mostly wear long tunics, belted at the waist so that they fall in folds—not pleats—below. Basically, they wear standard medieval full-skirted tunics. Lacking in imagination, perhaps, but no suggestion of any particular form of national dress. Durin’s tunic is different and the skirt could easily be taken for pleated at first glance, but every time he moves it becomes obvious that the bottom half is split vertically into narrow sections, richly decorated with fringe.
Back on the raft, Galadriel wonders aloud what sort of man would abandon his companions to death. Halbrand says that he is the kind who knows how to survive, by not being part of a larger target. They exchange some more snippy dialogue between them, each obviously trying to elicit information from the other by provoking a revealing retort. Galadriel is apparently successful when Hal says that he was driven from his land by orcs, and that his home is ashes now. Galadriel then asks about the medallion he wears around his neck, and where exactkt his homeland lies. After a little more sniping back and forth—she offers her help in winning back his homeland, he says from where he sits she lacks an army, she says “leave the army to me”etc. etc.—he finally responds that he comes from the Southlands.
This conversation is cut off at this interesting moment when they notice dark storm clouds approaching swiftly their way across the water.
Back in the southlands, Bronwyn runs to the tavern to warn her neighbors about what she and Arondir discovered in Hordern. No one takes her seriously; no one is willing to desert their homes just because of an “groundshake” in a village to the east. Meanwhile, waiting her at home is a sulky Theo. He's probably wondering what his mother was doing out all night with the elf, and what his friends will have to say about that. But another reason why he is feeling out of sorts is because for two nights running he’s been kept awake by the sounds of e hyper-active mice moving around under the floor boards. When he hears them again, he reacts with rage, picks up a poker, and begins to beat at the floor until he breaks a hole in the planks. But when he looks through the hole, he discovers that the noises were NOT made by anything so harmless as mice.
Meanwhile, Arondir is crawling along the tunnel in Hordern. At one point he senses that something dangerous is following him. As he crawls faster and faster, he realizes that whatever is behind him is so fearsome that all the rats that live in the tunnel are racing past him in a panic. He comes to a pool, dives in, travels along a submerged passageway, and comes out in an underground chamber. Is he safe? Has he shaken off pursuit? As he backs away from the water, knife in hand, two pairs of dark claws reach out from behind to take hold of him.
Bronwyn runs home from the tavern to check on Theo after her night and morning away. There us no sign of her son, but there is a large hole in the floor, and signs of a struggle throughout her shop. Then Theo opens a door in the wall from a small cupboard where he is hiding and whispers a warning that she should be silent and go. She starts to obey him, and then—she’s a mother after all, and not about to desert her child, even if he is so tall these days that he is half a foot taller than she is—changes her mind and hides in a closet instead. Through a crack in the wall she sees a gruesome-looking orc emerge from the hole in the floor.
She's trying to be careful, but the sight of the orc is so disturbing that she accidentally knocks over a jar in the closet where she is hiding, the orc is alerted, and it comes after her. Theo runs out of his cupboard to defend her. A desperate struggle follows. Two against one doesn't count for much when the one is an orc and the two are a very small woman and a barely teenaged boy, but mother and son attack from two sides at once, stab the orc with various sharp tools scattered throughout the shop, try to throttle it with a piece of rope, impale it on a rusty old blade (it's not giving up easily) … and somehow prevail. We next see Bronwyn dropping the severed head of the orc on the bar in the tavern, and informing her neighbors that those who want to live will join her tomorrow at first light, to travel to the elf tower.
Back at sea Galadriel and Halbrand fight to keep the raft afloat during the fury of the storm. Galadriel ties herself to an upright, but the wind and waves break the spar, sending her unconscious and weighted down toward the bottom of the sea. But Hal goes after her), using the rope that still binds her to the spar as his guide, and cutting her free, using the knife from her belt. By the time they reach the surface, she is conscious once more, and together they climb aboard and collapse on the raft.
Nighttime in Rhovanion finds Nori and Poppy visiting the Stranger. While Nori explains that the harfoot migration begins in a few more days, and she will not be able to help him after that, he notices the lanterns the two girls carry. When Poppy explains that the light comes from fire-flies, the lantern mysteriously begin to shake (well, all right, not so mysteriously), breaks open, and frees the fire-flies. As the shining insects begin to swirl around the two harfoots and the Stranger, some of them land on his hands, where we can see him whispering to them. We can't hear what he says, but we can see the result, as the fire-flies form a figure in the air, one that resembles a constellation. Nori—whose people, after all, migrate according to the seasons and no doubt study the stars for signs of when to go and which paths to follow—recognizes what she is seeing, but is not able to identify the specific constellation. She seems to know, however, that if she did know which constellation it was and where it might appear in the sky, she would also know where the Stranger is going or where he came from. The girls are enchanted by this magical scene—and so was I—until Poppy notices that the fire-flies are all dying.
So again we are given some ambiguous clues. Those who have seen the LOTR movies know somebody who speaks the language of insects, though I think it would be a safe guess that Radagast the Brown does so also—but surely neither Gandalf nor Radagast would sacrifice them this way. Did the Stranger kill them intentionally (a bad sign) or, since he is still unable to master his powers, was it an accident? (He does seem distressed.)
The episode ends with a few quick scenes.
In Khazad-dum, Prince Durin is speaking to his father, telling him that he trusts Elrond. But the King is suspicious of the elves, and thinks they may know about a certain secret something he is keeping inside a box. Is that what brought Elrond to Khazad-dum? he wants to know.
We cut to the southlands, where Theo is packing up the broken sword. It sucks up some blood from an injury on his hand, which causes the black sword to flash with fire, and the shard to grow longer. But he is interrupted by Bronwyn, asking if he is ready to leave. Theo says that he is, hurriedly wraps up the sword, and follows her outdoors. They join a line of their neighbors, which as the camera pulls away proves to be a very long line indeed. It looks like the orc’s head convinced them, so that everyone in the village—probably other villages as well, unless Tirharad is bigger than we think, is joining the journey to the deserted watchtower.
And finally, we return to the raft. The storm has passed. Galadriel and Halbrand lie in exhausted sleep, worn out by their battle with the wind and the waves. A shadow passes over them. Gradually, we become aware that it is the shadow of a man, standing on board a ship which is anchored alongside the raft.