They say that the Great Tales never end. But this is no great tale, and thankfully it ends now.
As we reach the end of the journey my suffering pays off big time, leaving me just behind Gimli but well ahead of Feanor in the affections of Galadriel.
Galadriel’s mic drop, and the two heroic sparrows who bring down a global behemoth. For several hours.
In which I make a bad Númenor joke (too soon?), try to find out what the hell is happening on the other sets, and lay bare my grudge against Elendil.
Part two of my first day on set, in which I get in touch with my inner Gimli/Luke Skywalker and come to terms with Galadriel in Númenor!