Nightly Noises: A Tolkien Blog
"Fear nothing! Have peace until the morning! Heed no nightly noises!" - The Fellowship of the Ring
Thursday, January 15, 2015
A New Window into Middle-Earth
I'm trying to consolidate my many blogs! You can find new Tolkien commentary (and lots of other retro stuff) over at my meta-blog:
Monday, February 25, 2013
"A Wide World"
Bilbo is “presumed dead” by the
hobbits of the Shire, but it was only the journey of life, which took him to
places his friends and neighbors could not imagine.
When Gandalf returns to visit Bilbo,
much later, he has some words of wisdom: “Surely you don’t disbelieve the
prophecies, because you had a hand in bringing them about yourself? You don’t really suppose, do you, that all
your adventures and escapes were managed by mere luck, just for your sole
benefit? You are a very fine person, Mr
Baggins, and I am very fond of you; but you are only quite a little fellow in a
wide world after all!”
Truly, the world is large (however
much our technology seems to shrink it), and we may find – even if our purposes
do not always master the unfolding of events – that our journeys take us to
astonishing places, and that the daunting scale of the world merely allows for
great adventures, the likes of which we had never imagined.
[This concludes my coverage of The Hobbit. I plan to explore The Two Towers next.]
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
A Silmarillion Valentine
Though all to ruin fell the world
and were dissolved and backward
hurled
unmade into the old abyss,
yet were its making good, for this –
the dusk, the dawn, the earth, the
sea –
that Lúthien for a time should be.
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Beauty at a Distance
“The stars are in blossom, the moon
is in flower…”
After the adventure at the Mountain is concluded, and Bilbo returns to Rivendell, the elves wake him from sleep with their singing – and their words are intriguing. In truth, the burning stars could be flaming hells if the elves could see them up close – and the moon would be a dusty stone, rather than a flower. Yet seen from a distance, the stars will not burn those who look upon them, and the moon is bright and smooth and luxurious. So it may be with tales of adventure; to come near to such peril could be overwhelming and frightening, but to hear the tales, from the distance of someone’s imagination, or after the passing of years – that could be a joy and a wonder.
After the adventure at the Mountain is concluded, and Bilbo returns to Rivendell, the elves wake him from sleep with their singing – and their words are intriguing. In truth, the burning stars could be flaming hells if the elves could see them up close – and the moon would be a dusty stone, rather than a flower. Yet seen from a distance, the stars will not burn those who look upon them, and the moon is bright and smooth and luxurious. So it may be with tales of adventure; to come near to such peril could be overwhelming and frightening, but to hear the tales, from the distance of someone’s imagination, or after the passing of years – that could be a joy and a wonder.
Yet we may also hope that there are
some sights, and some adventures, that are as beautiful and delightful in
intimacy and nearness as when seen across some vast and unbridgeable distance.
“But our back is to legends and we
are coming home…” The story of The Hobbit is coming to a close.
Image: AnnaLee Pauls
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Clouds of Life
When the goblins approach the
Lonely Mountain towards the end of The Hobbit, Gandalf warns “the bats are above his army like a sea of
locusts.” This “bat-cloud” even blocked
the light of the sun. Early observers in
North America likewise noted a super-abundance of animals. In their famous journals, Meriwether Lewis and
William Clark noted “innumerable herds of living anamals” and “miriads of the
feathered tribes” Particularly in the
past, and still in some places today, we see examples of life in reckless
abundance.
No one wants to fight an army of
goblins heralded by swarms of bats, but there is something marvelous about a
world so suffused with life that even the solemn, stony mountains – the dark
abodes of fluttering bats – are brimming and bursting with life. Perhaps Henry David Thoreau put it most provocatively
in Walden, writing, “I love to see
that Nature is so rife with life that myriads can be afforded to be sacrificed
and suffered to prey upon one another; that tender organizations can be so
serenely squashed out of existence like pulp – tadpoles which herons gobble up,
and tortoises and toads run over in the road; and that sometimes it has rained
flesh and blood! … The impression made on a wise man is that of universal
innocence.”
Image: Edmund Dulac, “The
Entomologist’s Dream”
http://www.vam.ac.uk/users/node/2448
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
The Friendship of Animals
“It is a hundred years and three and
fifty since I came out of the egg.”
- Roäc, son of Carc
- Roäc, son of Carc
Roäc
the raven has some good advice for the dwarves in the mountain: “If you will
listen to my counsel, you will not trust the Master of the Lake-men, but rather
him that shot the dragon with his bow…
he is a grim man but true.” Thorin’s
greed and pride will get the better of him – he should have paid more heed to
the bird.
Humans and animals may see the world differently, but we may find
that we have much to learn from them…
Nova:
Animal Odd Couples
“It’s
time to challenge the notion that only humans form lasting friendships.”
There may come a time when humanity –
amidst its endless, wild dervish-dance of decadence – will be grateful for the
simple, if enigmatic, friendship of animals.
Monday, January 28, 2013
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