Why wasn't Mordor as hellish in Return of the King as it was in The Two Towers?
Wtf are you talking about? It's an ashen wasteland in ROTK.
>>222777259How did it get like that? Like, wtf were they even doing to turn it into something like that? Lightning? Bare rock and no plants? What?
>>222777259What is with the goofy as fuck sense of scale and spatial positioning in these movies? Barad-dur appears to be taller than a mountain and seemingly a few miles away when it was like 40 miles away in the book. Minas Tirith is less than a kilometer from Osgiliath in the movie when it was 25 miles away in the book.
>>222778052Oh and the Lidless Eye of Sauron is literally a giant fiery eyeball hovering on the top of the tower that shines a red spot light on whatever its looking at. In the book its a "presence" or a half-glimpsed apparition in a high window of the tower.
>>222777841you're in luck, Rings of Power shows the exact process
>>222779817>over-revealing and explaining all the interest and mystery out of everythingAmazon was a mistake
>>222779817Wasn't it a volcanic event? Makes sense with all the lava running like whater in that area.
>>222779997yeah basically some orcs were digging tunnels all over the area looking for a sword in a nearby town that turned out to be the key to open the dam which let the river run through the tunnels and into Mt. Doom which made it erupt and then Sauron stood on a hill and looked at it while Linkin Park played then cut to credits
>>222780108Was all that in the books?
>>222780136probably, it's in RoP so it must be canon
>>222780374>it's in RoP so it must be canonlol nice
>The river-bed was now some way below the path. They scrambled down to it, and began to cross it. To their surprise they came upon dark pools fed by threads of water trickling down from some source higher up the valley. Upon its outer marges under the westward mountains Mordor was a dying land, but it was not yet dead. And here things still grew, harsh, twisted, bitter, struggling for life. In the glens of the Morgai on the other side of the valley low scrubby trees lurked and clung, coarse grey grass-tussocks fought with the stones, and withered mosses crawled on them; and everywhere great writhing, tangled brambles sprawled. Some had long stabbing thorns, some hooked barbs that rent like knives. The sullen shrivelled leaves of a past year hung on them, grating and rattling in the sad airs, but their maggot-ridden buds were only just opening. Flies, dun or grey, or black, marked like orcs with a red eye-shaped blotch, buzzed and stung; and above the briar-thickets clouds of hungry midges danced and reeled.
