“Tomorrow?” she asked.
The Balrog. Fire and shadow. Gandalf’s fall. Elena gasped, actually gasped, and clutched Mark’s arm. “No,” she whispered. “He’s the wizard. He can’t—” Mark said nothing. His jaw was tight. On screen, Frodo screamed “No!” into the abyss. Elena glanced at the timer on the Blu-ray player. 2 hours, 40 minutes remaining. How can there be so much left when the world just ended? Minute 161–210: Lothlórien. Galadriel’s mirror. The soft glow of the Elves. Time moved strangely—slow and dreamlike, like grief itself. Elena cried when Sam said, “There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.” Mark wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. She didn’t flinch. lord of the rings fellowship of the ring runtime
Elena sat in silence. The credits rolled. She looked at Mark, whose eyes were red. “Tomorrow
“That’s too long,” she said quietly. Gandalf’s fall