September 22nd, Bilbo and Frodo's birthday...
The memories are slowly coming back to me.
I was trying to trace how I first encountered J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit. I had asked my dad if he minded me diving into Tolkien, and he gave me the grand go ahead. I've never looked back since.
I ordered it from the library. The Annotated Hobbit, with extra notes about how Tolkien spelled dwarves differently (I prefer his method) and all the different covers various Hobbit editions had. I took the book to bed with me while I couldn't sleep, trying to read without disturbing the rest of the house. (At the time, it required two stifling blankets to keep the light from leaking out. Now I just go in the living room and turn the light on.)
I don't really remember my first reaction to The Hobbit. Some time later, I ordered Lord of the Rings from the library, and they sent me the gorgeous Alan Lee editions. I was too unversed in Tolkien to know I had encountered the most magical version of the books possible. I still smile at the wonderful fortune of receiving those particular editions out of all the books they could have sent.
The journey continued when we attended a Family Economics conference in Illinois. It must have around 2011, (at least after I read Fellowship of the Ring) because R. C. Sproul Jr. compared God to Tom Bombadil in his talk on the tithe of rest, and I knew exactly what he meant. Among the beauties of that vendor hall, there was a used book booth with a paperback version of The Hobbit. I picked it up and read it aloud to my family.
(I still think it's a shame the movie left out all the funny lines in the spider fights of Mirkwood.)
Years later I returned to The Hobbit, stunned by the epic fight at the end of the book. I could picture that fight--and I wish the movies, much as I enjoyed them, would have done a lot more arial shots and fighting around the foot of the mountain like the book described.
When The Hobbit came out in movie form, they made for my first trip to the movie theatre. I don't go often to the theatre, but I do go for films I know I would like. Those movies were my once-a-year treat. While watching The Desolation of Smaug, I tried my first Coca-Cola freestyle machine, where you can mix and match any kind of pop you like. The next year, when The Battle of the Five Armies came out, I bought a tube of waterproof mascara. It still cracks me up to remember sitting at the end of the row of my brother and his friends, being the lone girl crying during the sad scenes. Those were fun years--wondering if Legolas and Bard were going to have an archery match-off in the films, and hoping Legolas would win--loving Richard Armitage as Thorin Oakenshield--hating the dwarves' table manners, which affected my enjoyment of the first Hobbit film for a while. (I got over it.)
In Tolkien's world, I have wept at grief and heart-throbbed with glory, had dozens of conversations about them with friends, watched the movies, listened to the audio drama, and listened to the musical song, "Now and For Always". I've written a post defending Frodo and watched The Two Towers with my dad the day after a late night Celtic Thunder concert. Now we're watching the movies with the sis, and we've almost made it through all six. Just one more to go.
Tonight, I'm making chicken and mashed potatoes with mushroom gravy (because Hobbits love mushrooms.) I wish the hobbits could drop in to dinner, but that's a bit much to expect for fictional characters. So I'll just wish them well, and maybe curl up with a clip from The Hobbit in honor of the occasion.
How did you discover The Hobbit?