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text 2016-02-10 04:10
Chapter 2: The Shadow of the Past
The Fellowship of the Ring - J.R.R. Tolkien

I'm three posts behind for the LOTR read. That is to say, I've read them, but I've not written up any posts. I'm going to make an effort to catch up by the end of February - Chapters 2 & 3 this week, Chapters 4 & 5 next week, and then I'll be on time for Chapter 6. I'm not all that worried about the timing, since I am enjoying the process of reading.

 

First line: "The talk did not die down in nine or even ninety-nine days."

 

Tolkien does not compress his timeline here - the passage of time between Bilbo's party and Gandalf's arrival at Bag End - newly aware that the ring is the One Ring - is approximately 17 years. Frodo has aged from 33 to nearly 50. In the way of hobbits, little happens quickly. It has been nearly 70 years since the events in The Hobbit.

 

This is the chapter where we learn the history of the ring, and how it came to be taken from Sauron, its maker, and found by Smeagol, whom the readers know as Gollum. One of the most interesting parts of this story, to me, relates to the taking by Smeagol, and his effort to legitimize his murder and the robbery of the ring from Deagol, the real finder. The ring usually passes from hand to hand by violence and death. Gollum cannot wield the ring for domination, but it made him invisible, and he used that invisibility for malicious purposes.

 

It had "given him power according to his stature," which is to say that his stature (and here we are not talking about size or height - it's more abstract than that, encompassing power/authority/greatness) was small, as was his power. The ring in the hands of the powerless is a hampered thing - the holder of the ring is only able to use the ring to the extent he has authority of his own. This is why Gandalf refuses the ring, even when Frodo offers it to him freely. If the ring gave him power according to his stature, that would be a terrible power indeed.

 

Tolkien begins to make intimations about another power, beyond Sauron, which was involved in Bilbo finding the ring. He does not name that power, merely saying:

 

"I can put it no plainer than by saying that Bilbo was meant to find the Ring,  and not by its maker. In which case you also were meant to have it. And that may be an encouraging thought."

 

Encouraging thought how? Well, if the Ring seeks its maker, and its maker seeks the Ring, then by all rights they should already have made their way back together. The fact that they have not is an indication that there is another possible path, one that does not result in Sauron reclaiming the ring, and that there is some other entity that wants that other path to be the one that is taken. And that is what may be an encouraging thought - the the Ring has been subverted from its path, and has been entrusted to Frodo, who will not be easily seduced by the desire to dominate.

 

"I do really wish to destroy it!’ cried Frodo. ‘Or, well, to have it destroyed. I am not made for perilous quests. I wish I had never seen the Ring! Why did it come to me? Why was I chosen?"

 

Gandalf's answer to this question makes me laugh a little - he says, basically, I don't know, but "you may be sure that it is not for any merit that others do not possess." Well, thanks, Gandalf. Damned with faint praise? Or just damned? But when you think about it Tolkien is subverting the heroic archetype here a little bit - turning it on its ear. Frodo is no King Arthur, no great knight, no warrior. But in Tolkien's world, only someone who does not possess power on his own might be capable of carrying the ring to its destruction. It gives the possessor power according to his stature. The great hero would have great stature. He can't carry the ring - it will invariably overcome him and he will be capable of wielding it to do great things. Terrible things, but great things.

 

Only a Frodo will do. Stouthearted to be sure, and possessing goodness in spades, but fundamentally ordinary. And because the hero must be ordinary, ordinary is elevated to heroism.

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text 2016-01-15 05:39
Reading progress update: I've read 90 out of 506 pages.
The Fellowship of the Ring - J.R.R. Tolkien

Every time I try to put it down and walk away I pick it up like two minutes later. I feel like I should pace myself but I don't want to stop adventuring!! 
I'm probably going to end up reading like half of it by tomorrow. 

 

xoLuna

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text 2015-11-28 16:13
TeeHeeHee - Even I thought this was amusing

I'm not a huge fan but even I found this amusing.

 

First ever LOTR dance battle ...

 

Your welcome  :-) (and someday I will figure out how to post video so it shows on the dashboard)

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jlh_7Zebha4

 

 

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text 2015-09-23 09:16
The Hobbit- Ch. 4
The Hobbit - J.R.R. Tolkien,Alan Lee

Chapter 4 stands out as the first real challenge for our party of adventurers. They're high in the mountains and have entered the Wild (I love that it's capitalized, it adds to its majesty), where any number of horrible things could be lurking.
"...most of the paths were cheats and deceptions and led nowhere or to bad ends; and most of the passes were infested by evil things and dreadful dangers." 
I couldn't help but think that Tolkien was trying to warn young readers here about their own chosen paths. No matter what you decide to do with your life, there are going to be challenges, obstacles, deceptions and dreadful things; people aren't always honest, life isn't always fair, and a direction you take which seems completely correct could turn out to be dead wrong. Maybe not, but it's a thought that came to my mind as I read.

 


Before the party journeys too far (down the correct path, thanks to Elrond and Gandalf), they pause to gaze down upon the lands through which they've passed. Bilbo's comfortable village is a mere spec on the horizon. It's a moment that should make them proud, but after traveling miles and miles from Rivendell and being seemingly no closer to their final destination, the moment is lost. This is when we first start to see Bilbo and the others being of the same mind-- the dwarves don't complain as much as Bilbo does but they are all suffering the same impatience and frustration. This likeness of mind continues when they get trapped in a horrible thunderstorm... on the side of a cliff... near giants... in the pitch blackness with barely any shelter... yeah, I'd be a little bit annoyed myself. 


"All was well, until one day they met a thunderstorm-- more than a thunderstorm, a thunderbattle."

 

It says that Bilbo had never seen anything like it, which makes me wonder if even the rain is pleasant in The Shire. The situation is so bad that even Thorin complains--
"This wont do at all! If we don't get blown off, or drowned, or struck by lightning, we shall be picked up by some giant and kicked sky-high for a football!" 
"Well if you know of anywhere better, take us there!" said Gandalf, who was feeling very grumpy, and was far from happy about the giants himself. 
I enjoyed this moment of snarkyness between Thorin and Gandalf. It shows that none of them are really so different from Bilbo after all and it brings a bit of humor to the situation without overdoing it. 


Fili and Kili are sent to find shelter and return with news of a cave not too far off. Gandalf is skeptical about the cave's safety, but after a close inspection they settle in for the evening.

 

 

 

There is a very brief moment of coziness that takes us back to Bilbo's kitchen-- there's no fire, but the dwarves, Gandalf and Bilbo are all sitting in dry clothes, getting comfy in their blankets and talking together. The dwarves are smoking their pipes and Gandalf is changing the colors of their smoke rings for amusement. It's a moment of calm, and everyone lets their guard down... which is always a mistake. 

That tiny piece of coziness is very strategically placed by Tolkien. The reader gets this warm feeling like "good, we have shelter for the night, everything's all good for now" and then, just as suddenly as Bilbo and company are dragged from their beds, we are jerked out of a calm reverie of colored smoke rings and cozy blankets and fumbling our way through the dark right alongside the others. 

 

Now Bilbo and friends (minus Gandalf, who got separated) are facing a different kind of evil. The trolls were evil enough to eat people, but they weren't really smart enough to be sadistic or psychotic. Goblins, on the other hand... 
"Now goblins are cruel, wicked, and bad-hearted. They make no beautiful things but they make many clever ones... Hammers, axes, swords, daggers, pickaxes, tongs, and also instruments of torture, they make very well, or get other people to make to their design, prisoners and slaves that have to work til they die for want of air and light."  

The thunderstorm, the difficult paths, even the trolls seem like challenges from nature, but these creatures are the group's first encounter with true evil. Having heard of Tolkien's background in theology I couldn't help but think of the goblins as demons. 
Luckily for them, Gandalf ("Of course it was Gandalf...") finds his way back to his friends and buys them some time to escape from the clutches of the goblins, who are just about to brutally murder the entire party. 

 

"Gandalf thought of most things; and though he could not do everything, he could do a great deal for friends in a tight corner." 

 

Unfortunately, even Gandalf doesn't see what comes later, after they are sure they've beaten back the impending army of goblins. Determined to get revenge, the goblins, who have the tunnels memorized and can see well in the dark, put out their torches, put on soft shoes that will make no noise, and sneak up on the party.

(spoiler show)

 

The chapter ended when Bilbo "...fell... into the blackness, bumped his head on hard rock, and remembered nothing more"

 

 *******


Ahh, writing about The Hobbit was a perfect end for today... I was really sad because we had Hobbit day at the bookstore and it turned out to be the slowest day ever! It really bummed me out, I was excited about nerding out all day, so I needed this tonight...gotta read all you guys' posts as well, which I shall do over coffee in the morning. :] Also, I recently purchased a nice crisp paperback copy of The Fellowship of the Ring! Not sure when I'll get to start it, but anyway... time to watch Futurama, eat chocolate cake (left over from tea & cake for Hobbit day), and drift off to sleep. 

-and then Luna fell... into the blackness... and remembered nothing more. 
Goodnight! 

 

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text 2015-08-14 06:47
gearing up!

this is an old pic i took a few years ago and it's part of my Tolkien collection.

i'm reposting it here on BL because i'm all geeked and getting things ready for my next adventure!

 

i'm revisiting Middle-Earth soon with Troy and company at Silmarillion Blues!

 

hope you could join us as well.

 

 

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