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ImoReads… ‘The Two Towers’ (1954) by J.R.R Tolkien

Blog Nº 19

“The world is changing: I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth, and I smell it in the air.”

I have now completed my third foray into Middle-earth by continuing on with the next LOTR instalment, The Two Towers (TTT). This has to be my favourite so far; Tolkien’s storytelling reaches a new peak now that the Company has splintered. Sauron’s power is growing, and this is represented in the land becoming ever more menacing and treacherous. And yet, the burning hope of the fellowship cannot be dimmed, even when separated from one another. This tale captivates with even more mysterious and vast landscapes filled with strange people, all which bring us closer to the horror of Mordor where the One Ring must be destroyed.

TTT is split into two parts. The first deals with those in the company who Frodo and Sam left behind, namely Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli. Their first mission is to rescue Merry and Pippin who were taken by orcs at the Falls of Rauros. Along the way they encounter old friends and new allies, all intent on bringing the evil wizard Saruman to his knees. Lurking in Isengard, Saruman is in league with the dark lord Sauron, so the group knows that this victory will help Frodo and Sam from afar in the completion of their wretched quest.

In the second part, we return to Frodo and Sam who are continuing on to Mordor. A key player in this section is Gollum, who has been shadowing the pair of hobbits for miles and miles with the aim of reclaiming the Ring for himself. Through some clever manoeuvring from Frodo, Gollum remains unaware of the true nature of the mission and ends up being their guide to Mordor. He can never quite be trusted, making the long journey across such desolate lands even more uneasy. As the burden of the Ring weighs ever more heavily on Frodo, it is up to his trusty and loyal companion Sam to keep his master safe from the dangers looming on all fronts.

One particularly magical happening in TTT is the introduction of the Ents, who are without a doubt my favourite Middle-earth creatures. Guardians of the forests, Ents are an ancient race of tree-like beings, most likely inspired by longstanding folklore tales of talking trees. ‘Ent’ comes from the Old English word for giant, indicating that despite their ability to blend in with the forest, they are much larger than regular trees. Merry and Pippin are fortuitously rescued by Treebeard, the oldest of the Ents and indeed the oldest living thing in Middle-earth. Confirming what he already feared, Merry and Pippin inform Treebeard of Saruman’s orc army desecrating the forests to provide fuel for their war machine. This leads to a particularly wondrous event, an ‘Entmoot’. That is, a large meeting of the Ents – in this case to determine the best course of action against Saruman. 

I like the Ents because they are patient, kindly, wise and methodical and because despite all this, you should never underestimate their strength or power in their duty as tree protectors. Treebeard and the other Ents successfully march on Isengard, entrapping Saruman in Orthanc Tower and simultaneously reuniting Merry and Pippin with Gandalf and the others. I have developed a serious soft spot for these magical trees with booming voices; the only sadness is that they have lost their ‘Entwives’ and are yet to discover their whereabouts. I like to think that they did eventually reunite.

Another standout section of the TTT comes in part two with Frodo and Sam. They are struggling to find their way to Mordor until Gollum offers to be their guide. The closer they get, the more bleak and menacing their surroundings become, indicating the cruel grip Sauron’s kingdom has over its neighbouring lands. As I have said previously, Tolkien is truly a master of language. Never have I been made to feel such dismay, hopelessness and distress from descriptive passages alone. One poignant chapter is ‘the passage of the marshes’, in which Gollum leads the two hobbits across the Dead Marshes to avoid being seen by orcs on the main path to Mordor. The way Tolkien describes the marshes makes it seem as though goodness and light have long forgotten this vast and sinister place. One foot wrong and the hobbits would flounder and sink, joining the ghosts of the many soldiers who were slain there long ago. Tolkien emphasises the foul stench of the marshes and the haunting floating lights that surround them on their difficult path across. There is no sound or sight of a single living thing in these marshes or overhead, making our three characters seem utterly and completely alone in this desolate and unwelcoming land. Immediately I thought that Tolkien must have been inspired by his time fighting in the trenches in World War Two to create this bleak and frightening landscape.

I also discovered that Tolkien’s time in the industrial Black Country of the English Midlands was an inspiration for Mordor and its surrounding lands. This is clear to see when comparing the explicitly evil, industrial land of Mordor, which has a cost of environmental decay and destruction, with the light, homely and nature-abundant Shire, which is more akin to some of England’s picturesque rural counties. 

At the end of The Two Towers we are still unsure whether Frodo’s quest will ever be completed and what will become of all the members of the fellowship, and indeed of Middle-earth itself. TTT has been a thoroughly enjoyable, exciting and suspenseful read; I am anxious to get going on The Return of the King so I can see this long and treacherous journey come to an end, hopefully with the conclusion that goodness always prevails…

Happy reading,

Imo x

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ImoReads… ‘The Hobbit’ (1937) by J.R.R Tolkien

Blog 16

“It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him”

Dedicated to: OJP

The Hobbit is a great example of a novel that caught me off guard in how much I actually really enjoyed it. Alas, I admit that before I was bought a beautiful set of all the novels in the Middle-earth saga and was convinced to read them, I had never felt compelled to enter into Tolkien’s world of magic and myth. I’m embarrassed to say that I’d pretty much written off the Lord of the Rings series as being ‘for boys’, but how wrong I was. In fact, The Hobbit is one of the best adventure novels I have read; Tolkien’s mastery of plot, language, humour and imagination is superb, and somehow it retains an element of something quintessentially English despite its setting in a fabled, faraway land.

Although a relatively short novel, The Hobbit is rich in plot and detail. It tells the tale of an unassuming and unambitious hobbit named Bilbo Baggins, resident of Bag End in the Shire, who one day receives a visit from the wizard Gandalf the Grey and a company of dwarves led by Thorin Oakenshield. Quite suddenly, Bilbo is whisked away on an adventure to reach the faraway Lonely Mountain where resides the terrible dragon, Smaug the Magnificent, whose treasure they plan to raid in order to reclaim the dwarves’ homeland. Many trials and tribulations befall the company en route before the showdown with the dragon, and though at first Bilbo feels completely out of his depth, he soon surprises everyone (including himself) with his bravery, resourcefulness and strength in the face of peril.

I must dedicate a section purely to language here. Tolkien, aside from his world-famed career as an author, was recognised as one of the world’s leading philologists (philology: the branch of knowledge that deals with the structure, historical development, and relationships of a language or languages). His expertise comes through continually in The Hobbit, most obviously in Middle-earth character and place names, and his own creation of viable languages. Across all the Lord of the Rings books there are fifteen invented languages present, the most developed of which are the Elvish tongues. Amazingly, Tolkien started working on these while he was at school and continued refining their grammar and fictional history until his death in 1973.

However, on a more familiar level, I was captivated by Tolkien’s use of English. There is an urgency to his language that really allows the reader to feel the tension of various perilous situations along with the characters, whether they be trying to trick trolls or escape from the clutches of giant spiders in Mirkwood forest. The descriptive passages are phenomenal – particularly of the Elf stronghold Rivendell and of the Lonely Mountain itself – as a reader you become lost in these vibrantly imagined landscapes. And yet, not so lost that you miss the elements of quintessential ‘Englishness’ that permeate The Hobbit. I confess that I am always charmed by 1930s English diction so, even though the story is timeless, I can still appreciate the novel as completely of its era thanks to the diction (a particular highlight – Bilbo’s rather eloquent chat with Smaug the Magnificent amongst the treasure troves).

Amidst all the Middle-earth gallivanting, we should not omit the quiet country life of the Shire (a name which itself evokes a rural English county). Its humble, jolly folk who love a drink on occasion and its pleasant, familiar rural surroundings and lifestyle are not so far removed from the idealised English country life that has been the subject of many a non-fantasy novel across the centuries. I think Tolkien has imagined the Shire this way to help us bond with Bilbo, meaning we can be just amazed as him upon encountering all the elements of magic later on.

Tolkien initially wrote The Hobbit as a story for his children and despite its maturity (as all great children’s books possessed in the 19th& 20thcenturies), there are certainly some ‘children’s book’ elements that come through. Apart from the magical elements like dragons, elves, wizards, goblins and orcs facing off in a mythical land – which would likely have the earnest attention of most children – we must acknowledge the notion of ‘hobbits’ themselves. Kid-sized, friendly, human-esque creatures who love fireworks, food and adventures would certainly be relatable to children – this familiarity with hobbits would surely encourage children to imagine themselves in Bilbo’s shoes throughout the quest, making it even more exciting. I’m 23 and was fully enraptured!

I’m so glad I have finally delved into Middle-earth to discover the delights of The Hobbit – from now on I’ll be making a more conscientious effort not to judge books by their covers so to speak. Next, The Fellowship of the Ring

Happy reading,

Imo x