Rings of Love by Dale Nelson
Rings of Love
J. R. R. Tolkien & the Four Loves
by Dale Nelson
A tombstone in Oxford’s Wolvercote Cemetery is inscribed “John
Ronald Reuel Tolkien / Beren” and “Edith Mary Tolkien / Lúthien.”
Because Beren and Lúthien are the names of husband and wife, lovers,
in Tolkien’s writings, and because their equation here with Tolkien himself
and his wife is firmly founded on his own conception of the man who married
the daughter of an Elf-King and a goddess, as a parallel to his own romance,
his inscription hints at an answer, differing from the usual ones, to the question
of why The Lord of the Rings has been such a meaningful novel for innumerable
readers for nearly half a century: It and the invented mythology from which
it was developed are permeated by love.
Readers of a 1960 book by Tolkien’s friend C. S. Lewis will remember
that the Greeks discerned four loves: storge, philia, eros, and agape.
Tolkien has ensured that it’s not just “given” that the conflict
in The Lord of the Rings is between good and evil. He has carefully
depicted each of these loves, which provide a constant and persuasive contrast
to the Dark Lord’s political and spiritual totalitarianism.
An Origin in Love
To the authors of a newspaper profile on him, Tolkien maintained that Middle-earth
originated in his love of language. He said that he liked to invent new languages—but
they required people to speak them—indeed, required a world; so he would
make that world. But attributing the origin of Middle-earth to the love of languages
linked it to his public, scholarly life. The Wolvercote monument, and
remarks in Tolkien’s letters, show that Middle-earth drew also upon his
most private life—specifically upon his experience of eros,
the passionate love of man for woman or woman for man.
Tolkien told one of his sons about his young love for Edith in a letter, written
after her death. “I met the Lúthien Tinúviel of my own personal
‘romance’ with her long dark hair, fair face and starry eyes, and
beautiful voice” in 1908, when he was 16 and she was 19. Very soon after
they married, he was captivated by his wife’s dancing, for him alone,
when he was an army officer on leave from the Great War, in 1917, and they slipped
away to “a woodland glade filled with hemlocks” in Yorkshire. And
that moment was the origin of the myth of Beren and Lúthien, Tolkien
wrote to another of their sons.
He refused to give the world an autobiography. His nature expressed itself
“about things deepest felt in tales and myths.” He went so far as
to identify an enchanted moment in a wood as “the kernel of the mythology”
of his imaginary world, in a 1955 letter to his American publishers, but he
didn’t tell them about his romance. When we put the evidence
of these three letters together, we can see that Tolkien believed that his imaginative
world owed its existence not only to his love of languages, but also to his
love for one woman, Edith Tolkien.
Furthermore, Tolkien’s world of Middle-earth might never have been realized
if not for his affection (storge) for his and Edith’s children.
The first-published story of Middle-earth was, of course, The Hobbit
(1937). It grew out of stories that Tolkien told at home—young Christopher
Tolkien called them “Winter ‘Reads’” that they enjoyed
“after tea in the evening.” Eventually Tolkien prepared a typescript,
but, according to his biographer, Humphrey Carpenter, Tolkien had not finished
it before his sons had “outgrown” it and no longer were asking for
winter-evening stories—and “so there was no reason why The Hobbit
should ever be finished.”
Tolkien dropped it. If not for the intervention of a family friend who knew
someone who worked for the publishing firm of Allen and Unwin, Tolkien might
have left the book at the point at which he had arrived, the death of the dragon
(with no second climax—no Battle of the Five Armies, in which Bilbo Baggins
plays such an important role).
As it was, enough had been written that Tolkien was able to finish
the book without requiring very much time. The history of Tolkien’s composition
of The Hobbit shows that it was grounded in a father’s love for
his children; without them, it would not have been. Without The Hobbit,
there would have been no call for a sequel—that is, no call for The
Lord of the Rings.
The great novel was indebted not only to the eros of Ronald and Edith
Tolkien, and to the storge felt by Tolkien for his sons, but also to
philia—to friendship, the companionship, esteem, and loyalty
of two persons united by a shared enthusiasm (and by opposition to certain foes).
The writing of its three volumes, which commenced in December 1937, took 12
years. If not for the friendship of C. S. “Jack” Lewis, Tolkien
said ten years after the Rings’ final volume was published, “I
do not think that I should ever have completed [it] or offered [it] for publication.”
The interest of Tolkien’s son Christopher and of other members of the
Inklings circle, and the patience of publishers, was also of immense importance,
but, Tolkien confessed, Lewis “was for long my only audience. Only from
him did I ever get the idea that my ‘stuff’ could be more than a
private hobby.” Tolkien felt uneasy about the time he took from scholarship
and gave to The Lord of the Rings. Jack Lewis, Oxford don like Tolkien, tacitly,
perhaps explicitly, assured him that he was right to devote so much energy and
care to the fantasy.
Love, then, brought The Lord of the Rings into being. The great narrative itself
memorably depicts the Four Loves by means of a number of its chief characters.
Affection & Friendship
Storge is the first of the four loves discussed in Lewis’s
book—“the humblest and most widely diffused of loves,” the
love of familiar faces because they are familiar, for this is “the least
discriminating of loves.” It’s the fondness of parents for children,
the fondness of pet owners for their pets.
Samwise, gardener and valet to Frodo, exhibits storge. When the Fellowship
of the Ring arrives at the portal of the subterranean realm of Moria, Sam is
bitterly sorrowful about abandoning Bill, a pony abused by his former owner
but much invigorated by Sam’s attention and a stay in the Elves’
hidden refuge of Rivendell. The narrative’s very last image is of Sam
with his infant daughter, Elanor, upon his lap. That is where the whole heroic
tale ends, rather than with the fulfillment of Frodo’s vision as he arrives
on the splendid, deathless shores of the elven paradise.
Philia is everywhere in The Lord of the Rings. The preservation
of the world depends upon the fellowship of the Ring—the fellowship
of nine companions who represent the free peoples of Middle-earth: Hobbits,
Men, Elves, Dwarves, and a Wizard. The four Hobbits are already friends, and
ready to trust the others, but it takes time for Gimli the Dwarf and Legolas
the Elf to outgrow their antipathy towards one another.
“Friendship arises out of mere Companionship,” Lewis wrote, “when
two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight
or interest or taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment,
each believed to be his own unique treasure.” Gimli beholds the radiant
Lady of the elvish realm of Lorien and is overcome.
Say, rather, he is lifted above the ordinary trammels of dwarf-nature by the
vision of such surpassing loveliness, not of stone and gem, but in flesh and
blood. Thus surprised by Beauty, he becomes open also to the Elves as a people,
and, so, to Legolas. Legolas, in turn, begins to learn from Gimli, to see,
that subterranean places—Aglarond, Helm’s Deep—may be, or
become, realms where beauty dwells.
Eros & Charity
Eros, the third of the four loves described by Lewis, is not absent
from The Lord of the Rings. There is, first, the almost entirely offstage
romance of Aragorn and Arwen, as one subplot. My guess is that the films will
bring forward this love story, as well as a subplot that is developed with much
care by Tolkien, the unrequited love of the shield-maiden Éowyn of Rohan
for Aragorn. The understated quality of Tolkien’s account of this love
story, and the turmoil of the war of the Ring, sometimes cause the Éowyn-Aragorn
story to be almost forgotten by readers.
In fact, though, Tolkien wrote with much sensitivity of the sorrowful passion
of a young woman who, despairing first of her homeland and her father, and then
of the man she longs for, desperately longs to die in battle; of her near approach
to death; and of her gradual opening to a new and deeper love.
Elements of this plot are strangely akin to the experiences of some women
who, when young, went through a “phase” of bitter dissatisfaction
with American society as well as anguished disappointment with their fathers
and/or men for whom they felt sexual passion, and who then threw themselves
into nihilistic political radicalism or feminism. Tolkien gives us just enough
of the further story of Éowyn and Faramir for us to see eros
arising in her chastened soul.
Another instance of eros in The Lord must be mentioned:
Tom Bombadil and Goldberry. Some readers have objected to the nonsensical endearments—“Hey
come derry dol! merry dol! my darling!”—that pour from Tom’s
lips as he bustles about, bringing flowers to lay before his “pretty lady.”
Why, isn’t it obvious that Tom and Goldberry are perpetual newlyweds?
Tom has the giddy happiness of a young man who’s just married
his sweetheart. That’s why they don’t have any children!
They’ve been together from time immemorial—yet they live as if he’s
just brought her home.
The title poem in the collection The Adventures of Tom Bombadil confirms
this, telling of Tom catching the River-woman’s daughter and taking her
home with him. “Lamps gleamed within his house, and white was the bedding;
/ in the bright honey-moon badger-folk came treading,” these last being
members of Tom’s little kingdom. The poem ends with the image of “fair
Goldberry comb[ing] her tresses yellow”—and perhaps one has seen
a sheet of sketches drawn by Tolkien with colored pencils, printed in J. R. R.
Tolkien: Artist and Illustrator, that includes the slender young Edith,
seen from behind, wearing just a petticoat and arranging her hair as she looks
in a mirror.
Frodo Baggins, hobbit of the Shire, is the great novel’s chief image
of agape or charity, fourth and final of the loves discussed by Lewis.
“Frodo undertook his quest” to destroy Sauron’s perilous Ring
“out of love—to save the world he knew from disaster at his own
expense, if he could; and also in complete humility, acknowledging that he was
wholly inadequate to the task,” Tolkien wrote in a letter of 1963.
In the book itself, Frodo has faced the stark fact: “‘It must
often be so . . . when things are in danger: someone has to give
them up, lose them, so that others may keep them.’” This self-surrender
costs Frodo dearly, although Tolkien, in the same letter, states explicitly
what is implicit in the novel, that “Frodo was given ‘grace’:
first to answer the call (at the end of the council) after long resisting a
complete surrender; and later in his resistance to the temptation of the Ring . . .
and in his endurance of fear and suffering.” (The “council”
is the Council of Elrond in The Fellowship of the Ring.)
Frodo crawling up Mount Doom inevitably recalls the ascent of Jesus, carpenter
of Nazareth, bearing the burden laid on him. Frodo bears an evil load not of
his own making to the place where it was forged and can be destroyed. Christ
bore the burden of mankind’s sin to the place of the Cross, which was,
many Christians have believed, the same place where grew that Tree whose fruit
was sinfully plucked, long before. The scene of primordial evil becomes the
place of the great sacrifice for the deliverance of others. Only love—only
charity—would suffer so much for others.
A Sort of Ritual
Because of its abundant images of storge, philia, eros, and agape,
the reading of The Lord of the Rings can become a sort of ritual of
the “Stations,” not of the Cross, but of the Four Loves, which refreshes
readers again and again. Many people probably think they are simply reading
a great tale of adventure, the most captivating fantasy of them all.
It isn’t the adventures and the fantasy that keeps them coming back—so
that it’s nothing unusual for people to have read this huge book five
or more times. Fantasy, Tolkien said in “On Fairy-stories,” can
“recover” for us the reality of “common” things such
as fire, bread, tree, iron—freeing them from the “drab blur of triteness
or familiarity—from possessiveness.” Such stories take “simplicities,”
“fundamental things,” and make them luminous for us.
He does this for no lesser matters than the Four Loves themselves, in The
Lord of the Rings. Surely that draws readers back to the book—all
their lives. It was written out of love, it was written about love, it will
be one of its century’s most enduring literary testaments of love.
Dale Nelson is Associate Professor of Liberal Arts, Mayville
State University, Mayville, North Dakota.
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