That last post was an interesting way to spend my time but I had to justify the title of my blog:
So I was thinking of some recent episodes in my life and was wondering if I could give it a deeper thought.
Disclaimer: These are but ramblings and musings of a much developed and insane mind so bear with me.
Frodo Baggins:
A halfling, a hobbit not more than 4 feet tall saves middle earth from the ultimate evil – Sauron. I was always interested in trying to understand why Tolkien chose such a weak character as the protagonist (of sorts) in his epic fantasy trilogy.
Powerful and magical characters exist in this fantastical journey -
Aragorn a numenorean lord, Boromir & Faramir -sons of the steward of Gondor (the seat of the numenorean kings) – protectors of Minas Tirith.
Gandalf greymane – a maiar and wizard and one who also wears one of the three magical and powerful elven rings – Narya.
Galadriel – lady of Lothlorien – lady of the wood-elves who also wears one of the three magical elven rings- Nenya.
Elrond – The lord of the noldor – the lord of rivendell who fought beside Isildur when Isildur cut off ‘The one ring’ from Sauron’s hand with Narsil his sword. Elrond carries the most powerful of all three elven rings – Vilya.
And then we have Frodo – a 4 feet tall hobbit, grandson of Bilbo Baggins (who found the ring). And also three other hobbits who seem to be a bunch of misfits. The comic relief is duly provided by the 4 hobbits, but also there is an air of acceptance around these halflings. And a very natural sense of comraderie.
The difference I did notice in all characters was that only Frodo, out of all the plot’s main characters, accepted his destiny from the very beginning. He was going to die. How and when and where he did not know, but he did accept it as unwittingly as possible.
Was Tolkien trying to tell us something? “The meek shall inherit the earth” Or maybe I am reading between the lines too much.
From the beginnning of the story – Frodo takes on the task of carrying the burden of the ‘one’ ring. He learns of it’s temptations along the way. The shire taught him a thing or two about hunting but never before was he hunted. The temptations of the ring would have to be paid with blood if he fell for it, as he learns when he almost turns into a wraith when stabbed by the nazgul leader (the witch king of angmar) with a morgul blade.
Throughout his journey to Morgul, where he must throw the ring into the fires of Mt. Doom, Frodo experiences numerous sides of magic and treachery and comraderie. He brushes them all aside, as he trudges along the dangerous path that lies before him. He reflects every now and then, and talks about bag-end and the shire (home).
Just a few chapters before I finished the book for the umpteenth time I was impressed with the character of Frodo. He had no magical powers, no physical-towering advantage. He did have the gritty power of resisting temptation in the face of it. Yet, with all the tests and experiences frodo has throughout his journey – at the end of it all he falls for the ring. He does not want to let go of it. And as we all know (those of us who have read the book or seen the Peter Jackson movies), it was in fact gollum who steals the ring from Frodo and loses his balance and falls into the depths and fires of Mt. Doom.
Frodo does not really ask for forgiveness from the fact that he fell for the ring at the last minute – for a moment it feels like he revels in it. And yet we, the readers, do not crucify him. Is it only because we know of the times he did not get tempted? Or is it because we believed that eventually the ring will consume frodo too? Or maybe it is because we did not really care about Frodo and just wanted the ring to not get into Sauron’s hands? Or, was it just the journey we held on to?
Frodo Baggins’ character and his journey presents a lot of questions (and some answers) to me in my life at this time. Yes, I have journeyed through life and have learnt from my experiences – good and bad alike. Yet, with all that knowledge and acceptance of what lies beyond and the fact that I might eventually be burnt at the stake, it is the journey, I believe, that helps me or rather gives me the power to fall for temptation. Yet again! Yet again I choose to fall for a temptation as magical as the ‘one ring’ itself, not to rejoice in it’s nefarious sentiment to rule the world but to revel in it’s grandeur.
How will you take this journey?