On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they
hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and
sun.
Even the lines of the song are
twisted together. Sometimes, however,
this mingling is less harmonious, as with the famous:
Chip the glasses and crack the
plates!
Blunt the knives and bend the forks!
That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates –
Smash the bottles and burn the corks!
There is a clashing of expectations
about Bilbo’s role, of course, and even the dwarves get mixed together: “He
pulled open the door with a jerk, and they all fell in, one on top of the
other.” Around Gandalf there is a more
elegant mingling of smoke rings: “He had a cloud of them about him already, and
in the dim light it made him look strange and sorcerous.” Likewise, Gandalf is the magical element
that combines Bilbo and the dwarves into a single company.
The greedy impulse in gold-hunting
alchemy is reflected in the motives of the dwarves, whose longing for “pale
enchanted gold” affects even the humble hobbit, such that he “felt the love of
beautiful things made by hands and by cunning and by magic moving through him,
a fierce and jealous love, the desire of the hearts of dwarves.”
But for the reader, the whole of the
chapter is simply magic… and so the journey begins.
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