It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door…You step into the Road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.
The build up before the cork pops keeps climbing. I like this chapter because we meet more people (Farmer Maggot and Merry) and the black riders are ever present. Do you suppose Tolkien knew a Maggot sometime during his life?
I have never liked his name, but I have always like this farmer and his wife. I enjoy her parting remark: don't go arguing with no foreigners. I like her solid farmhouse fare: bacon and mushrooms--my favorite pizza!
I've always thought it strange that Tolkien describes the contents of almost every meal in LOTR, except for the feast at Rivendell.
Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West,
for your King shall come again,
and he shall dwell among you
all the days of your life.
There is another aspect one cannot help to notice, that of Frodo facing former fears that loomed as large as the present ones. From his lack of judgement as a tween (perhaps another take on a Shortcut to Mushrooms) he has always feared dogs and farmer Maggot. If one looks up a former tale named Farmer Giles of Ham, one can see the same kind of resolve and lack of fear of fell creatures we see in Maggot.
The call of Sam, I have something to do before the end, and it lies ahead, not in the Shire is one of great importance to this narrative. We see the departure from youth to adulthood and the grave responsibilities that it will demand. The road cannot go back but into a uncertain future but one that calls the individual to his appointed task/s.
Is not with great care that we see the Elves through Sam's eyes? So old and young, so gay and sad.
Bruce
Mornie utlie
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantie
a promise lives within you now
I also like Sam's line when Frodo asks him what he now thinks of elves: they seem above my likes and dislikes, so to speak. Sam knows who he is, and that it does not diminish him one bit to recognize that there are beings who, by the very fact of what they are, are superior to him. It's where true humility and healthy pride meet.
Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West,
for your King shall come again,
and he shall dwell among you
all the days of your life.
Me again! I was reading the end of this chapter last night, and realized what a strong contrast there is between the terror of the Riders and the comfort of Maggot's kitchen. Here's what Tolkien can do that lots of 20th century writers seem too sophisticated to do: plain wholesomeness.
Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West,
for your King shall come again,
and he shall dwell among you
all the days of your life.
That's a good point Merry! And isn't it just that that grounds us amidst all the Elves, strange creatures, mythic battles and inconceivable trials? One of the great secrets of Tolkiens success, stopping the whole construct flying off somewhere we can't wholeheartedly follow.
Now let the song begin! Let us sing together
Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather...
I also appreciate the contrast and I think the Professor had wholesomeness as the standard. Each peril faced comes relife and then sustinance, a good bath, and a long sleep. What is the first thing a travel weary person wishes to do, but to take a long hot bath or shower and change into clean clothing?
Looking forward to our next chapter, have some god notes to share.
Bruce
Mornie utlie
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantie
a promise lives within you now
Yes, these things have a value worth more than gold to the tired and fearful. The Hobbits eat heartily at Farmer Maggot's and have his shelter. They find the same with Tom Bombadil and at Rivendell and how glad we are when they come to these havens! I feel we need the rest and respite too and the reminder that there are comfortable things in the world. Later on we have the safety and magic of Lothlorien and Treebeards home near the roots of the Last Mountain. In many ways this is the last friendly house until the return to Minas Tirith when the big battles are won. I never feel Pippin's stay there before is that comfortable really! And the first welcome at the Golden Hall is less than great for the weary and the stay short and full of unease.
Now let the song begin! Let us sing together
Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather...
I think JRRT uses this pattern very effectively to ratchet up the tension sequentially in LOTR. If it's just fear-fear-fear, we can't sustain that. But if it's fear-fear-respite, we can go farther.
Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West,
for your King shall come again,
and he shall dwell among you
all the days of your life.
Merry wrote:But if it's fear-fear-respite, we can go farther.
Fear, fear, respite. Gosh, that sounds like my normal day.
Again, the Hobbits have that amazing abilty to face terror, move beyond it, and enjoy a second breakfast.
Has anyone ever faced absolute terror and then found themselves calmly eating lunch an hour later? Could this have been a reflection of his wartime experience?
Terror Terror Boredom.
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us."
Merry wrote:I think JRRT uses this pattern very effectively to ratchet up the tension sequentially in LOTR. If it's just fear-fear-fear, we can't sustain that. But if it's fear-fear-respite, we can go farther.
Merry, I think you are correct and that concept is what makes the chapters in Book VI so hard to get through. Beginning with The Tower of Cirith Ungol, there is little or none of that respite, and if makes that part of the book seem like so much drudgery. Perhaps the genius of Tolkien is that he knew how horrible and desperate the journey to Mount Doom would get for Frodo and Sam, and he just eased us into it. Had the drudgery started as early as the Shire...many of us may not have made it to Mount Doom.
And now that you mention it...he doesn't say what the Rivenell feast consists of does he? 
