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This is how you know it’s a work of fiction and not a direct insert of British ideals.
Sam is a Support Class. There’s no way that party would have had the HP or Stamina to complete their quest without him.
I’m learning that even when I’m relatively miserable a good plate of food will make me feel as good as drugs, alcohol or sex. Sam is a smart boy.
No wonder his name was Samwise
Yeah i work our in the bush for weeks on end and just having a jar of mixed spices for cooking is a nice comfort
Just out of curiosity, what kind spices you go for? :-)
Mixed ones. And possibly their version of Marmite.
And what work?
And my axe!
Guessing bush pilot in Queensland or Northern Territory of Australia based on post history
It’s a long, dangerous journey, he know good food raise morale. His name is Samwise not Samdull.
Meanwhile, Tom Bombadull has the power to end the whole ordeal without breaking a sweat, and zero fucks to give.
His power only works in his forest. Outside it he would be no better than a common man.
And even him wouldn’t be able to destroy the ring by himself, even on his forest.
In the books Gandalf and Elrond dicuss having Bombadil take the ring, or hide it in his forest. It would just slip his mind and end up worse than before
Quote from the book
No,’ said Gandalf, ‘not willingly. He might do so, if all the free folk of the world begged him, but he would not understand the need. And if he were given the Ring, he would soon forget it, or most likely throw it away. Such things have no hold on his mind. He would be a most unsafe guardian; and that alone is answer enough.’
His power only works in his forest. Outside it he would be no better than a common man.
That’s interesting, I’ve never heard about this aspect of the character before. Where is it mentioned? One of Tolkien’s letters maybe? Thanks in advance for any info!
There are implications that, that might be true, but it could be a self imposed restriction.
Sauron could besiege and assault Tom’s forest, and find his strongest engines casually turned into decorative fountains, with any surviving troops rigorously tending the gardens around them. He could march up to Tom’s front door, himself, and hammer at it with a mace the size of a man, and only achieve polite knocks which somehow turn into knock-knock jokes, which would send him into downright apocalyptic rage. He would literally breathe fire.
But then after interminable years of arson, scheming, setting things on fire, skirmishing, setting the fire-machines on fire, wargaming, setting the fire on fire, and generally trying to smash everything with every other available thing - Sauron would catch Tom out for a walk and say “What a lovely trinket! May I see it?!” And Tom would just fucking hand it to him.
If Sauron got anywhere close while Tom still had the ring, sheer narrative convention would ensure Tom keeps it for as long as possible. It is not his role to fight and defeat the embodiment of discordant evil and mortal suffering. But it is absolutely his role to defy change, flout attacks, and generally frustrate any effort to deal with him in sensible terms. Because in a world of material concerns, laced throughout with hints of magic, he is an outright cartoon character.
It’s like Satan, who is the devil, going up against Roger Rabbit. “Do you mean to tell me you could have done that at any time?” “No! Only when it was funny.”
Imagine we had the same discipline during pull requests…
PO-TA-TOES!
Hapy cake day!
May it be filled with many 'taters.
Oh, hey, thanks! 😊
And carrying cast iron cookware across the entire damn continent.
