Hobbit Lore

Tonight I must party.

Monday I must move house.

Between the two, even the most devastating dress and pompously red shoes cannot raise an iota of enthusiasm.

But wait – what is this I hear?

Why, it is the opening chords of Lord of the Rings: the Two Towers.

And suddenly, everything seems just about wonderful:

I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

Will there ever be an author as God-like as Tolkein?

I doubt it.

But will save that particular droplet of despondence for another day.

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This entry was posted on May 29, 2010 by in Bookwormery, Culture, Frivolities & Miscellaeny, Layla, Pop culture and tagged , , , , , .
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