Oh, while I am still putting off making my London and Oxford posts (only because I have so many pictures, not because it wasn’t awesome, which it WAS) — back around the time Max and I finally finished reading LOTR, Max was inspired to act out the entire trilogy with Playmobil, a feat which I happily assisted:
The Company. L to R: Legolas, Aragorn, Gandalf, Boromir, Gimli. Then Pippin, Merry, Frodo, and Sam.
Of course, by “assisted,” I mean that I dressed almost all the good characters and conducted the entire story, with dialogue and narration*, while Max worked obsessively on the baddies, occasionally attempting to change something about the good guys based on his personal vision, with which I usually disagreed — because, well, nine year old boys just don’t always know how to make really good Playmo characters, and when I really play with toys, I become the nine year old version of myself that INSISTS on having things a certain way. Also, 23 year olds have better ideas, it’s just true.
* Don’t think that I wrenched this part away from him. No, Max’s deal is to make me do all the narrative heavy lifting, and then jump in whenever it’s time to have a battle.
Frodo, Sam, and Gollum.
Minas Tirith and its defenders.
Regular Gondor soldiers, led by Faramir.
I think the guys in back are the special Guard, and that golden guy in the middle is Prince Imrahil. The guy in front is just a standard-bearer.
Here we have the riders of Rohan, with Theoden in front, and Lady Eowyn standing off to the left, probably looking cold and Nordic while she weeps. (There was also a version of Eowyn dressed as a Rider, but I don’t think we got a picture.) I tried as much as I could to give them all the “Celtic/Gaul” shield designs, ahem, though as I have discussed, the Rohirrim are etymologically closest to Anglo-Saxons, who did use round shields and definitely used the Insular interlace decoration, but more on jewelry than weapons, I think. I like that we had the cool shield and flag with the horse, even if it’s not the right colors.
More guards and soldiers, and in the tower there we have:
Lord Denethor gazing into his flashing magic orb and waiting to die. The fire can also double as his self-lit funeral pyre.
And behind the city walls, Beregond, Captain of the Guard, and his son Bergil.
Here are the hosts of Mordor, yawn.
And the Easterlings and Southrons with an “Oliphaunt,” sort of. YES, making Playmobil Lord of the Rings DOES bring home how borderline racist Lord of the Rings geography is.
These are either nasty Mordor guys or the Paths of the Dead ghost riders.
And finally, Strider can also be turned into a King.