These days I have been preoccupied with hobbits.
I am finally reading The Lord of the Rings. I am into Return of the King at last, and I am seriously digging these books. I am not going to stay too much on the subject, since I am saving up my LOTR thoughts to be written at length at a later date.
But I will say this:
I love hobbits. I feel a kinship to them as a species, although I am not hobbit sized and my feet are quite normal shaped and unhairy. But take one Peregrine Took, who in a fit of valor swears fealty to Denethor, Steward of Gondor – after this, a soldier is sent to share the passwords for the city gates, teach him the customs of Gondor and answer any questions. They lead off with questions, and Pippin has but one:
“Er, well, if I may venture to say so rather a burning question in my mind at present is, well, what about breakfast and all that? I mean, what are the mealtimes, if you understand me, and where is the dining-room, if there is one?”
Seriously, man. I LOVE hobbits, being rather a fan of delicious meals myself.
I also think that hobbits (Merry and Pippin at least for sure) got a bit of a short shrift in the movies. I do not recall being particularly engaged with all the hobbit plots contained therein (except to marvel at the homoerotic undertones, obviously), but in the books I find myself quite excited whenever hobbits return to the narrative.
Of course, it is hard to care much about hobbits when you have got Viggo Mortensen and Orlando Bloom and Sean Bean swaggering about the screen. Maybe the movies did the hobbits plenty of justice and I was just too distracted by all the men to notice.
It seems a possibility; after I finish this last book and then have a glorious bagillion hour LOTR movie marathon, I will probably have more to say on the subject.
And I will probably write about it here. Stay tuned.