Ruhring brooklings, lapsummerlinging, twills, trills, spiderweb spangles of shimmering sunlight quicksilverfishdancing on the shadowy water, crenulated cellular capsules of light coalescing and crumbling in a cosmic cycle, photobathic parhelions wombfurnaces of cosmic embryonation, collapsing stars, caught sunlight filletting silverwaterpools with gossamy quicksilver coquillages, aureate loops and silvery cusps and undulating sinusoids, impenetrable ravenblack tree foliage interwoven with a parhelian embryo churning within starry chains of spiral arms, a galactic jewelbox, mirrors another water-captured embryonic parhelian flame shimmering under raven treacles of indifferent waves crisscrossed with overlappping shadowcages of coiling branches, the shape within the embryo, man, child, starstuff, writhing in pain, watery jewelbox after watery jewelbox, heavenfallen freshness, arcadian green leaves and waterwhirls leaping in a nocturnal elvenaerie sun, gamboling tesselating waterwrackets serenading riotous rocaille foison foliage, quickgold sunlight wreathing waterwhorls with girandoles of dewdropelvendelveddiamonds, goldwisped serenity and airygrey antiquity, trackless antediluvian wilderwood, vespertine waters festooned with braided toccatas of scalloped stardrops, soliterraneous somnifacience of warblings and lappings and sibilations and twitterlings and fizzledchauntedwhorrlings, ancient gnarled roots the unsourced arthiritic bones of the earth, faded fens and rotted runnels and snailyscummed weedy marshbeds, wilderwood and waters shivelighted and shadowtackled (thanks Gerard Manley Hopkins), daphnedewed thickets and golden fractals of evening sunlight mantling mirkwood and darkwater in cryptogenic tapestries.

Gorgeous photography. Narration, mute it and flick on English subtitles instead. Inspired by The L-rd of The Rings and the narrative tale contains thematic (war-mongering clan who wreak destruction via war and via one man's attempt to mutate nature to his liking) and linguistic (Agateer sounds like Aragorn+Boromir, Germanic and symbolic etymology of some of the proper names of people and places) elements in addition to a familiar trope (9 rings for mortal men, 9 lakes for mortal men, 1 ring to rule them all, 1 lake to rule them all), and a bit of unexpected humour (Sashatet hung with fishbone rope, what was done to Agateer's corpse, Agateer's Nightshade, a lake used for military drills/exhibitions developing the characteristics of parade water).

But now to the master who inspired this short film, from "Of Herds And Stewed Rabbits", Book IV of The L-rd Of The Rings:

[quote] Day was opening in the sky, and they saw that the mountains were now much further off, receding eastward in a long curve that was lost in the distance. Before them, as they turned west, gentle slopes ran down into dim hazes far below. All about them were small woods of resinous trees, fir and cedar and cypress. and other kinds unknown in the Shire, with wide glades among them; and everywhere there was a wealth of sweet-smelling herbs and shrubs. The long journey from Rivendell had brought them far south of their own land, but not until now in this more sheltered region had the hobbits felt the change of clime. Here Spring was already busy about them: fronds pierced moss and mould, larches were green-fingered, small flowers were opening in the turf, birds were singing. Ithilien, the garden of Gondor now desolate kept still a dishevelled dryad loveliness.

South and west it looked towards the warm lower vales of Anduin, shielded from the east by the Ephel Dúath and yet not under the mountain-shadow, protected from the north by the Emyn Muil, open to the southern airs and the moist winds from the Sea far away. Many great trees grew there, planted long ago, falling into untended age amid a riot of careless descendants; and groves and thickets there were of tamarisk and pungent terebinth, of olive and of bay; and there were junipers and myrtles; and thymes that grew in bushes, or with their woody creeping stems mantled in deep tapestries the hidden stones; sages of many kinds putting forth blue flowers, or red, or pale green; and marjorams and new-sprouting parsleys, and many herbs of forms and scents beyond the garden-lore of Sam. The grots and rocky walls were already starred with saxifrages and stonecrops. Primeroles and anemones were awake in the filbert-brakes; and asphodel and many lily-flowers nodded their half-opened heads in the grass: deep green grass beside the pools, where falling streams halted in cool hollows on their journey down to Anduin.

The travellers turned their backs on the road and went downhill. As they walked, brushing their way through bush and herb, sweet odours rose about them. Gollum coughed and retched; but the hobbits breathed deep, and suddenly Sam laughed, for heart's ease not for jest. They followed a stream that went quickly down before them. Presently it brought them to a small clear lake in a shallow dell: it lay in the broken ruins of an ancient stone basin, the carven rim of which was almost wholly covered with mosses and rose-brambles; iris-swords stood in ranks about it and water-lily leaves floated on its dark gently-rippling surface; but it was deep and fresh, and spilled ever softly out over a stony lip at the far end.

Here they washed themselves and drank their fill at the in-falling freshet. Then they sought for a resting-place, and a hiding-place: for this land, fair-seeming still, was nonetheless now territory of the Enemy. They had not come very far from the road, and yet even in so short a space they had seen scars of the old wars, and the newer wounds made by the Orcs and other foul servants of the Dark L-rd: a pit of uncovered filth and refuse; trees hewn down wantonly and left to die, with evil runes or the fell sign of the Eye cut in rude strokes on their bark.

Sam scrambling below the outfall of the lake. smelling and touching the unfamiliar plants and trees, forgetful for the moment of Mordor, was reminded suddenly of their ever-present peril. He stumbled on a ring still scorched by fire, and in the midst of it he found a pile of charred and broken bones and skulls. The swift growth of the wild with briar and eglantine and trailing clematis was already drawing a veil over this place of dreadful feast and slaughter; but it was not ancient. He hurried back to his companions, but he said nothing: the bones were best left in peace and not pawed and routed by Gollum.

'Let's find a place to lie up in,' he said. 'Not lower down. Higher up for me.'

A little way back above the lake they found a deep brown bed of last year's fern. Beyond it was a thicket of dark-leaved bay-trees climbing up a steep bank that was crowned with old cedars. Here they decided to rest and pass the day, which already promised to be bright and warm. [/quote]