The barrow-wights in the chapter “Fog
on the Barrow-Downs” are distinguished by the coldness of their touch – and the
treasure that they haunt. When Frodo is
trapped in the tomb and sees his friends lying nearby, he notices that “About
them lay many treasures, of gold maybe, though in that light they looked cold
and unlovely. On their heads were
circlets, gold chains were about their waists, and on their fingers were many
rings.” It is a ceremonial, ritualistic
arrangement – but it is also an indication of the greed and empty desire that
characterize the wights. Yet the cold of
these beings ultimately afflicts our heroes: “Frodo was chilled to the marrow.” We should, indeed, beware the cold and greedy
hearts that haunt our world – for they not only put themselves on a path to
malice, but threaten to corrupt our collective hopes and aspirations.
Tom Bombadil breaks the barrow spell
by dumping the treasure out onto the grass to be claimed by any “kindly
creatures.” Interestingly, he was not opposed
to luxury and took “a brooch set with blue stones, many-shaded like
flax-flowers or the wings of blue butterflies.”
He planned to give it to Goldberry, but he noted that they would not
forget that woman who wore it, long ago.
Remembrance, in fact, is an important theme of the chapter, for the
wights themselves are like a memory of ancient wars and sorrows. Ultimately, though, the brooch is just “a
pretty toy." The true cure to the chill of the wights is to run naked on the
grass in the sunlight – to find in the organic and living world the greatest
and most authentic treasure, of which the elegant brooch is merely a reimagining
and a reflection.
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