Happy Thanksgiving! Unless, of course, you (reader) don’t live in the U.S. Then, um…sorry. Happy fourth Thursday in September!
I’m still on the recovery track from my food coma, but I think I can pull this one out. Here we go(bble)!
Frodo hears a dark, moaning song. It sounds cold and full of hatred, and he’s naturally terrified. The moaning eventually becomes intelligible, and Frodo listens as a long, ghastly arm creeps around a corner and reaches for Sam. It seems to be headed for the hilt of the sword laying across Sam, Merry, and Pippin. Frodo wrestles with how to escape. He could put on the ring to sneak out, but could he leave his friends to die? As the arm draws closer, he makes up his mind and grabs a short sword lying nearby. He hacks the hand from the arm at the wrist, and the arm draws back as something shrieks. The sword disintegrates in Frodo’s hands, and he falls onto Merry’s cold face.
Eerie, right? This is so much more compelling than the troubles our heroes have come across so far, and really shows off the darkness that lies in this book after we push through the hobbits’ naivety. Also, moral dilemma! Does Frodo save himself easily, or try to save his friends bravely? Thankfully, he chooses bravery. This would be a pretty poor excuse for an epic novel if Frodo sacrificed his friends’ lives to save his own and had to wander around alone for 900 or so pages.
Tolkien Songs In Real Life:
The Barrow-wight sings a song? How cool is that? It goes like so:
“Cold be hand and heart and bone,
and cold be sleep under stone:
never more to wake on stony bed,
never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.
In the black wind the stars shall die,
and still on gold here let them lie,
till the dark lord lifts his hand
over dead sea and withered land.”
Feeling a little evil, I present:
(Immigrant Song – Led Zeppelin)
Let’s talk about the fact that something evil is singing a song. I think that’s awesome. It goes to show that music isn’t some sort of cleansing act of purity in this universe. No, music is accessible to all, whether we like them or not. It’s kind of like how Sauron twists poetry (which is most often reserved for high and mighty powers of good) in the ring inscription. It proves how full the universe is, and I respect Tolkien so much for that.
In other news, yeah, I picked classic screechy rock. Isn’t that just kind of cool? I even got lucky. This was the first song I looked at, and it worked. That doesn’t happen. The drumline in my high school marching band had a cadence with the rhythm for this song. It’s never stopped being awesome since.
Get yourself over that turkey coma, get a good night’s sleep, and listen to Led Zeppelin screaming in your head. Don’t worry, you’ll have a great night.
“Frodo fell forward over Merry, and Merry’s face felt cold. All at…”