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Mark’s face fell.

Her tea went cold. She didn’t notice. The fellowship formed. Sean Bean’s Boromir spoke of Gondor with such weary pride. When they entered the Mines of Moria, the darkness seeped into the room. Mark reached for her hand. She didn’t pull away.

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

She took his hand. “No—I mean, it’s too short. How is it over? I feel like I just left Bag End.”

Elena checked her watch for the third time. 8:47 PM. The Blu-ray menu of The Fellowship of the Ring shimmered on the screen—the One Ring gliding through golden letters, Howard Shore’s haunting melody filling her cozy apartment. Mark’s face fell

Elena’s eyes widened. “That’s nearly four hours.”

Elena sat in silence. The credits rolled. She looked at Mark, whose eyes were red. The fellowship formed

Mark, clutching two steaming mugs of tea, grinned. “Theatrical? No, no. Tonight, we go Extended .”