The Lord of the Rings
by
J.R.R. Tolkien
Volume Two: The Two Towers
Book Three
The thing I like best about the Two Towers is that the fellowship is divided—and thus the story is naturally divided. I like how Tolkien did not chapter hop from what was happening in the west with Aragorn and company to what was happening in the east with Frodo and Sam. This allowed me as a reader to concentrate on the events of the story. I did like how Tolkien would occasionally sync time with the group in the west at times wondering what was happening with Frodo. Then during the account of Frodo Tolkien would refer to events in the west that were happening simultaneously. Even though the stories are separate the reader still feels connected to each half of the fellowship.
*warning spoilers*
The word I would use to describe Book Three is action. From the time that the Fellowship is ambushed, the hobbits are captured, Frodo and Sam depart and the death of Borimir the story is on the run—literally. The run is exhausting as Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli hunt the Orcs in an attempt to save Merry and Pippen. One event leads to another in a very quick pace rather like a mud slide that begins with a little earth giving way and by the time it reaches the bottom of the hill a great event has occurred. I won’t recount all the events in this book—you should read the book if you are at all curious about what they are.
I did discover something interesting as I re-read this book. There was the constant reminder that the time of Elves was past. Frodo and Sam pass them in the shire heading for the havens. The Fellowship receives counsel and items to assist them in their quest but the elves (except for Legolas) do not assist physically in this endeavor or battle. They leave things to men, as the age of man dawns in Middle Earth. In the movie they show the elves coming to assist in the battle at Helm’s deep—but in the book they do not come. The host of men that do arrive to help right at the beginning of Book Five are the Rangers of the North—Aragorn’s own.
I do love how Aragorn’s journey through Book Three is a journey of self-discovery as he commands and makes decisions and grapples in thought with the Dark Lord himself. For me Aragorn becomes a king in the pages of Book Three.
In Book Three we are introduced to Eowyn—who cannot love Eowyn. She has nothing to live for and everything to give. My heart breaks for the shield maiden who is not allowed to fulfill her role. She longs for battle and instead is left to "mind" the women and children, the old and the weak. Her story continues in book five, a tragic tale all its own. One thing I do love about the movie that enhances the book for me is the music of the Rohirrim. I do love its strange plaintive call. It reminds me exactly of Eowyn’s mournful tale.
A review of Book Three would not be complete without a mention of Fangorn, both the Ent and the Forest. I think this is one of the reasons Bombadil and the old forest was in the beginning of the book so that Merry and Pippin could more easily accept the wild impossibility of living trees and beings that care for them. I think Tolkien’s imaginative powers are manifest in a wonderful way as this overlooked part of middle earth literally saves the day.
The reunion of the hobbits with Aragorn, Legolas and Gimili at the gates is wonderfully written with all the hobbit eccentricities showing their colors. It is a very comforting portion in the narrative. Amidst all the wreck and ruin of war—normalcy can peek through.
Of course my favorite part of Book Three would be the return of Gandalf—nothing tops that!
There he stood, grown suddenly tall, towering above them. His hood and his grey rags were flung away. His white garments shone. He lifted up his staff, and Gimli’s axe leaped from his grasp and fell ringing on the ground. The sword of Aragorn, stiff in his motionless hand, blazed with a sudden fire. Legolas gave a great shout and shot an arrow high into the air: it vanished in a flash of flame. ‘Mithrandir!’ he cried. ‘Mithrandir!’. . . Aragorn stirred. ‘Gandalf!’ he said . . .
’Gandalf,’ the old man repeated, as if recalling from old memory a long disused word. ‘Yes, that was the name. I was Gandalf.’
The book ends as it began with everyone on the run, racing to Gondor to assist the besieged city.
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