Marilyn wrote:"...But I must admit that I hoped you would take to me for my own sake. A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship..."
How many of us look at someone or read something about them and judge them accordingly?
From this chapter on I was completely hooked on LOTR.
That may be THE quote from LOTR that has "hit" me the most. Whenever I read it, I fall deeper and deeper in love with Aragorn.
So strong and yet so vulnerable...
Think I should stop writing before I make a fool of myself.
I agree that LOTR was a fairytale before Strider showed up, but a horrible one, with Black Riders, Old Forest, Tom Bombadil (weird
) and Barrow-Downs.
Also it made little sense to me, it was just a series of horrible, unexplicable events in a setting that felt strange and still too familiar to me to feel at ease. I have read too many fairytales and seen too many old forests and ancient stone monuments to like the combination.
I read on just not to be stuck in the middle, getting nightmares from it. I knew that there must be some kind of lucky end, so I just read on for a while longer. I had no intention of reading the whole book, since reading so far had by no means been pleasant, thought I would leave the hobbits in Bree, where they seemed to be pretty safe, but then I met Strider.
Then comes the funny thing, I thought the man with the broken sword was Sigurd the Dragonslayer, that this book actually was some kind of sequel
to a Viking saga and when I, after a while, realized that this guy actually was called Aragorn and definitely wasn't Sigurd
, I naturally got angry with Tolkien
and very upset
, but was so hooked on this new man with a broken sword, that I read all three books, just waiting for the end, for him to become king, as promised in the title of the third volume. I had read the rhyme, you know.
So Tolkien got me interested, pretending to write about a character I already knew.
I think it's a rather rare experience.
Sometimes I wonder if it's an in-joke aimed at his fellow scholars, unintentionally working on some Scandinavian children as well.
From the moment Strider showed up, he also made me feel safe somehow. I knew he was a hero.
OK, he's mysterious, has a hidden agenda, you might say
and isn't exactly cheerful
, but I trusted him, just like the hobbits did. It didn't matter what happened, as long as Strider was there to protect both me and the rest of the fellowship.
Reading makes you part of the fellowship, doesn't it?
Many years would pass, before I could read the non-Aragorn parts of LOTR without feeling this unrest, just waiting for the next chapter including my hero.
You might say Aragorn is my security blanket.