“But I am the real Strider, fortunately,” he said, looking down at them with his face softened by a sudden smile. “I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will.”
On with it! The story really grabs me and I don’t want to stop now! sigh…but if I must:
So I got to thinking about the differences between The Silmarillion and The Hobbit and now The Fellowship of the Ring. I can’t agree with those of you who say it’s in between The Hobbit and The Silmarillion. In my experience I’d say it’s almost exactly like The Hobbit. It’s a single adventure for the most part involving specific main characters and over all it is not only event driven, but dialogue driven. It doesn’t feel like history or legend at all, it’s a novel just like the Hobbit and not at all like the Silmarillion which is primarily event driven. The dialogue in The Silmarillion isn’t nearly as familiar as that of The Hobbit and The Fellowship of the Ring. Furthermore, the events in The Silmarillion have an ancient historical and legendary feel to them entirely lacking in The Fellowship of the Ring. True, this novel is more mature than The Hobbit, but that doesn’t put it within range of The Silmarillion.
But back to this chapter and book, the whole story seems a thick mix of good luck and bad luck. Butterbur forgetting the letter is a major flub. But at the same time, if he hadn’t forgotten it, then Frodo would never have met Tom Bombadil which is an incredible encounter I wouldn’t want to have missed.
At least it was Strider following them over the gate, but Merry has discovered the Black Riders in Bree anyway!
How they could sleep at all, I don’t know!
till next time, keep thinking