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Finished The Hobbit today, which mostly left me feeling sad. Much of the story is light-hearted and comical, certainly. But the Battle of Five Armies leaves me miserable. No, actually, even before that--Thorin's descent is what does it to me. The idea of dragon sickness--the greed and aggression and obsession with hoarding wealth--is it meant to be magical? A sort of mystical taint on the treasure, leached out of Smaug over the years, that can be transmitted? Or is it a fancy way of speaking about the greed that lurks in some hearts? He speaks of the Master of Laketown being vulnerable to it, which could apply to either way. I suppose it's meant to be both, really. But it leaves me wanting to take Thorin by the shoulders and shake him. You are meant for more than this.

On the subject of comedy, though, let me say--I cannot, CANNOT, stop giggling at the disparity between the movies and the books when it comes to tone. It's not even down to individual characters, but whole races, ESPECIALLY the elves. Book elves? Yeah, they are fucking goofballs. In the movies, the elves are all floaty fabrics and soaring arias, while in the book they're getting drunk while on watch and taunting visitors with obnoxious rhymes. It's just wild. Dwarves? Haughty dipshits. Hobbits? Squeaky toys full of situationally inappropriate responses. I know part of it is that Hobbit was the children's story part of Middle-earth; apparently, Tolkien saved all the dignity for other works.

My favorite bit, though, is when Bilbo is describing himself to Smaug in terms of his deeds to avoid revealing his true name. Is this an example of kenning? Is it related? When he calls himself Barrel-Rider, that counts at least, right? But the riddling ones are good too, where he talks about drowning his friends and bringing them back, and other such seemingly impossible feats. What I want to know is: why are we not all constantly talking about ourselves this way? Why is this not a meme? Why do we not have a long list of these on all our bios on social media? This is the greatest thing I've ever heard, come on!
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I listened to this virus-inspired episode of the Tolkien Road podcast whilst driving home from work. It was something of a coincidence that they put a new episode out just after I had decided I would listen to the audiobook of The Hobbit next while at work. Which is what I'm actually going to talk about.

(I've begun listening to audiobooks books in the last couple weeks, partly as an anxiety management strategy. I've previously only listened to music, as there can be frequent and unexpected interruptions by people as I work. I had thought missing what was being read would annoy me too much; to be sure, I'm still only listening to books I've read before for that very reason.)

I was struck during much of the initial meeting at Bag End by the sadness of the dwarves. The description of their fall from master smiths with even outsider apprentices, to blacksmiths and coal miners living without a home breaks my heart. Particularly poignant were the moments when Bilbo looks off into the distance and sights where The Shire and his home are, and he thinks of how he longs to return to them and to his comfortable routines.

Because of course, the dwarves have no such home, and if they do think of anywhere longingly, it's dragon-held Erebor. It's several generations since its heyday, at least as reckoned by Thorin's line (excessively long lifespans notwithstanding). What memories of comfort and routine are there to soothe or encourage them now? Unsurprising, then, that they risk so much for recovery and revenge.

I shall have to seek out some meta or fic dealing with dwarves-as-diaspora. If I recall--I've not rewatched it in some time--the first Jackson movie hit these notes quite hard. I'm sure there's been plenty of exploration of the topic.

Not being diaspora myself, my personal feeling was more centered on the petty indignity of it. The references to them mining coal--it put me in mind of the chronic underemployment of my generation. "I have a master's degree in communication and the only work I can get is on a telemarketing call bank." That sort of thing. Vastly overqualified and working for people with no understanding or respect for your skills.

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