Concerning “A Knife in the Dark,” Book 1, Chapter 11 of The Lord of the Rings, wherein the hobbits Strider set out on the long road to Rivendell…
Hey there fellow travelers! Welcome to The Tolkien Road, a long walk through the works and philosophy of J.R.R. Tolkien. On this episode, we continue our discussion of The Lord of the Rings with Book 1, Chapter 11 of Fellowship, A Knife in the Dark, wherein the hobbits depart Bree with Strider, rmake their way to Weathertop, and get attacked by the Black Riders. We also discuss Strider’s telling of the tale of Tinúviel as well as the legendary Gil-galad. By the way, if you haven’t already, please leave The Tolkien Road a rating and feedback on iTunes. We’d love to know what you think of the podcast. Enjoy the show!
Topics of discussion include:
- Tolkien Haiku for Book 1, Chapter 11 of LOTR (6:20)
- Departing Bree (20:00)
- The Journey to Weathertop (23:30)
- Gilgalad (37:10)
- How the Black Riders sense things (42:30)
- The Tale of Tinúviel (46:00)
- The Attack of the Black Riders (55:30)
- Favorite passages (1:05:30)
And much more!
By the way, to see the Tolkien haiku(s) that didn’t make it onto the podcast, scroll down.
Here’s a bonus haiku from me:
Leaving Bree; headedInto a wilderness. TheRoad leads to Mordor.
Listen, young folk, and you shall hearOf four Hobbits, a Ring, and Ilsildur’s HeirIn the Third Age, in which Sauron rose to power againThere are some in Middle-Earth who are able to sayThey can recall that dangerous event and yearRingwraiths rode down the gateInto Bree where they camePassed silently into tavern where Hobbits had stayedThey stabbed the Hobbits, with their blades, in their bedsBut a trick, this time by Strider, had been laid again.Strider had Hobbits hidden,Safely hidden in his roomIt was a dark night with no stars and no moonThey all fled the next day, with only one baggage ponyAnd fleeing Riders had found those “dead Hobbits” were phonyThe travelers left by the RoadBut cut to the woods“A shortcut” said Strider, “It’s for your own good.”As the hills drew near, they camped down by the night,And Sam sang of Gil-Galad under faint starlightThey came upon WeathertopAnd fire did lightWhich the Ringwraiths’ horses perceived in the nightThey came to the hill and let loose their attackA knife through the Ring-Bearer, in the night so blackStrider defended them bravelyFlaming branches in handThat sent the Black Riders scattered out through the landAnd as Frodo had fallen, crying, “Githoniel! Elbereth!”And had struck at the enemy, before consciousness he leftThe end of this taleIs grim, that I knowBut it shows to be brave one must have stout soulAnd until the next time, when I write once againMay we remain safe, until the day ends.