Throne room

“Wild-eyed and disheveled, King Hrethel roamed every night through his throne room, which was empty and still.”

The economy of space is a marvel; the studio may seem cluttered, a kind of Middle-earthian junkyard ringed by the stalks of lighting rigs, but one glance into the monitor and there is Théoden’s massive throne room, carved straight out of the pages of Tolkien’s vast antiquity.