A
Reader’s Guide to The Two Towers
The title “The Two Towers” makes it sound
like this part of the adventure is especially ominous. The adventurers have to
contend with two circumferences of evil influence, both linked. But the reader
soon discovers that the two towers are hardly in union: Saruman seeks claim of
the Ring himself and is not the least bit actually serving deferentially to
Sauron, and Sauron knows this about him but finds him a useful enough agent
nevertheless. Saruman, though of course as old as the hills as Sauron is, is reasonably
new to the “being evil” game (though Treebeard suspects a longer tenure, passed
notice by everyone for being contrived in hiding), while Sauron is old hat. The
Two Towers ends up being as much about this — the rivalry between newly
rising and long-established order — as it is about the two different threats
imposed in the pathway of the Fellowship, a theme, a concern, which applies far
beyond Saruman’s relationship vis-à-vis Sauron to include assembling allies of
the good and members within the now disparate venturing parts of the
Fellowship. It — that is, a concern that the old order not by breached; that
people not start thinking things with perhaps destabilizing implications for
the social order — seems concerned in this sense to protect both evil and good
in this book: it’s an overriding concern, an overarching concern, making any
act of bravery, initiative, or spirited intuition, just as often something to
be dealt with and handled — i.e. subtly or starkly diminished — immediately,
than something worth praise and support. An outpouring of an eager willingness
to praise or to lend strong support, in fact, is more often to come out of
expressions of doubt and admittance or clear evidence of failure than from
successfully accomplished feat, which is looked to warily if it can’t be
immediately packaged as something as actually as demonstrative of one’s
limitations as one’s potential.
The book begins with Aragorn, Gimli
and Legolas full of doubt, veering toward despondency. “Now the company is all
in ruin,” Aragorn says. “It is I that has failed. Vain was Gandalf's trust in
me. […] What shall I do now?” (404). He gets his answer to some extent by the
particular direction his heart points him towards, but also seemingly in
deciding for modesty, for the more modest of the two paths he needs to choose
between. Grant the main course to Frodo and Sam, and take the path that is a
“small deed in the great deeds of this time” (416) — somehow goodness lies
therein. This I think is the last time one ever hears of Aragorn admonishing
himself as a limited figure, and of his seeking to venture away from
glory. In retrospect, it seems almost a ceremonial gesture in that the one who
is about to serve as king over all of Middle-earth, first begs himself as
someone who never forgets that his greatest deeds have been bested by even
greater kings before him, and that he has known doubt, failure, and even
moments of total lack of surety, as much as any man. Hereafter he never
intentionally reduces himself, even if others mistakenly believe they’ve caught
him out in reduced form — i.e., his wearing a mere grey cloak into the halls of
Medusheld. And the key dramatic action concerning him is infinitely more his
rising — and into some form of
greatness that daunts everyone in terms of stature — “power and majesty of
kings of stone” (423) — and presumed ready accessibility — “none now of the
land of the living can tell his purpose” (780). Henceforth, outside of being
momentarily spell-caught by Saruman, any change on his part involves making him
that much more evident as a “kingly man of high destiny” (780).
Aragorn is venturing on a path that
will not actually have him rescue Merry and Pippen — Treebeard and the
Horse-lords do that — but rather establishing himself amongst other denizens of
Middle-earth as the great king returned. Ultimately it’s not by any means a
path that simply lends distinction to Frodo and Sam’s own, but his modestly undertaken journey does work to
highlight the outwardly bold presumption of those next discussed in the text, Saruman and his servants — of
whom one of them is deemed particularly vile. Note that bold thought and action
is by no means always due for criticism in the text. Much of Two Towers
is replete with it, bold action that goes un-criticized, in fact — or at least
by anyone given textual authority; by anyone who matters. Aragorn, after
deciding finally on which course to take, switches entirely out of being
momentarily fretful to simply announcing himself from out of hiding upon a
whole horde of Horse-lords, and in such a stark and unexpected manner —
“What news from the North, Riders of Rohan?” — that it’s no surprise the
Rohanians consider them possibly sorcerers after having first thought them,
even Orcs. The path Frodo and Sam chose for themselves is not to be assessed as
only a “strange deed,” as Gimli initially judges it, but only as
a “brave deed” (409) — so states Aragorn. Pippen dares drop his Elf-given
(and so doubly daring) broach so his trail could be followed, and he and Merry
can be known to their friends as not only alive but as alert. Gandalf is identified
as having stolen a horse from under Theoden’s — the Rohan’ king’s — nose,
cheating him of his hold’s greatest prize, when he meant only to offer a
typical sampling. Sam, at the finish of Two Towers, succeeds in stabbing
the great monster spider Shelob, something no one, not even great Gondor
warriors — of whom, they’re may not even have been but a few — had previously
succeeded in doing. All of these bold undertakings are conveyed as actions to
be respected and celebrated, unreservedly. In not a single case is anyone who
undertakes such bold action meant to be seen as deserving the punishment that
might have nevertheless been dealt them for undertaking them; none of them
qualifies as the sort of unwarranted claim, the sort of sordid action, that
should be judged so crossly it ends up amounting to a moral lesson for others
to heed.
The harsh moral lesson, “the burned
hand teaches best (584),” is however applied to any bold advance made
even by someone in very good standing, if it might lend one to reconsider the
righteousness of the social order that the returned king is set to restore.
While held captive by the Orcs, Pippin decides that he shouldn’t have let
himself be daunted by the fact that the company he’d be in would be composed of
such high company and rather himself undertaken
to learn some of the knowledge concerning geography that was available to them
in Rivendale, so he wouldn’t have found himself so shortchanged options when
caught out alone. If this was simply his being involved in self-reprimand, his
being involved in a turning against himself — what a fool you are, Pippin! —
the text would have found no trespass here. But it isn’t. He is arguing to
himself that no company, no matter how high, should ever daunt — that you
should make an assessment of your likely needs, and keep faith with it, even if
others around you are of such stature that, without explicitly stating it,
their presence seems to insist on your suddenly forsaking your volition.
Pippen, informed by this act of self-correction, not self-reprimand, seems to
be the one we meet subsequently while at the foot Saruman’s tower, when he
decides to make claim to a fallen object — namely, the palantir — even after
just being successfully chastened by a spell-chanting Saruman as but a kid that
didn’t deserve to be present at all, and which persists even after haughty white Gandalf reprimands him for
independently making a grab at an object he hadn’t yet been instructed to
retrieve. “Half” of this was supposed to be the will of the evil Ring…but
really, the text accords that the half that was Pippin’s was just as suspect. For it’s a recognition of self-rule —
everyone’s intrinsic right not to be intimidated from an independent judgment
they judged justified, an expression of spirit antithetical to any social order
headed by a king. “Fortunately,” the palantir takes Pippen for a horrid ride,
and “fortunately” the palantir later is used successfully by one of the
Fellowship — Aragorn, of course — who can demonstrate that this is a world, not
of those who erroneously leach themselves of personal responsibility and the
responsible who don’t, but rather one of legitimate claims and of illegitimate
claims. And you don’t act so much to absolve oneself of passivity but so as to
learn which of these two groupings you belong to — the one that should take act
independently and that should lead, or the one that really ought just sit on
its hands when betters are around, acting only if and when instructed. If it
“burns” you, and if someone of as unquestionable textual authority as Gandalf
and Aragorn deems that you had it coming, then it’s evidence that next time you
think yourself guilty of too much passivity and of too little initiative,
you’re probably doing only what people of your limited capability are due for,
so be content. Don’t strive to do better, just deal with your accorded lot, for
it was, ostensibly, justly dealt.
Sam, while upheld in the text as —
at least in a certain circumstance — superior to every other entity that ever
challenged the might of a certain arachnid demigod, is not lent textual
approval while he begins to have doubts concerning Frodo. The text takes humor in
Sam’s inversion of social hierarchy when he addresses lord Faramir as if he was
admonishing a young hobbit for his “sauce” (650), for it is a contained
threat that works more to highlight his master’s superior manners, as well as
reinforce the conception of common stock people as brave but without foresight
and as lacking in self control — as
needing to be ruled. The text is not, however, so casual
with Sam beginning to think Frodo a bit soft on Gollum, for here there is a
trespass which might be mistook by many as a righteous reason for taking
command away from those given it — something which would of course have deep reverberations
for the social order. There’s a sense in the text, not just that Sam but that many readers have been lured far along
enough in a suspicion, so that when it is quit, shown up for good, an arising
doubt built on something implicitly weak-seeming about the right of a current
hierarchy to its place has been dealt with triumphantly after having been given
very lengthy rope, and therefore subsequently guaranteed a long interim, free
of challenge. This something, alluded to at the beginning of the text by one of
Sauron’s agents as the one trait not even their worst is “cursed with,” is
“kindness” (445): Frodo is Sam’s “rightful master, not just because he is more
wise and genteel, which are traits possessed by the like of Sauron, for
instance, but because he is more intrinsically kind; Aragorn is Eomer’s rightful master,
not just because he is wiser and more mighty than he, not just because he has
better manners — “I spoke only as do all in men in my land, and I would gladly
learn better” (427) — than he, but because he is kinder, substantially less
harsh than he. Kindness is not, however, something a simple person might
mistake it for: it’s not intrinsically connected with weakness, with blindness
to villainy, however much the two can be connected (read what happens to
Theodon’s Rhodan when Theoden is too open and permissive — i.e., it makes
itself fully open to the machinations of Wormtongue). It’s actually twinned
with a larger degree of foresight than the simple are capable of conceiving of
— as per for example Gandalf instructing
Frodo on what pity can lend in you in surprise — given
their being accustomed to associate too much receptivity to others’ pains only
with a peculiar willingness to self-designate yourself open for plunder. And it
requires a reminder now and then of how it is actually not at all that, that
it’s actually informed out of full knowledge of the guiles of the weak, and is
by no means a capitulation to any of them, so that those properly due respect
not find themselves inadvertently held in poor regard by their servants.
Even an entity as great and
important as Treebeard gets a hemming-in, a correction, when he advances on a
dangerous conclusion built out of what the text needed to supply, but for
another purpose. The great wizard Saruman must be soundly deflated in the text
so that he doesn’t serve as an argument that the uppity do sometimes have good
ground for thinking themselves superior to all who’ve gone before them, that
sometimes they really are better, so
we are instructed that though Saruman was a potent captain he was, despite his
pretensions, only ever but Sauron’s servant, so we are instructed that he was
only creating only a copy of Sauron’s constructions, even as he saw himself as a bold
originator — and that his awesome tower, Orthanc, indestructible
even to Ents,
was outside the building acumen of either of their might. And Treebeard is
accorded as correct by Aragorn in further assessing Saruman as fundamentally
lacking in grit and raw courage as well (553). But after that, Treebeard’s
denunciation of Saruman is stopped short by Aragorn because — it really does begin to seem — what
is flawed concerning Saruman cannot be allowed to implicate all others
possessed of previously agreed upon iron-clad claims on greatness… and that’s
the territory Treebeard begins to step into. He ventures, “I wonder if his fame
was not all along mainly due to his cleverness in settling at Isengard,” which
implies that what he was actually foremost skilled at was pulling the wool over
people’s eyes. He’s going in the same direction here that Boromir was when he
wondered of Galadriel’s ultimate purposes, gauging her perhaps only ever a
creature of deception and guile. And so Aragorn quickly jumps on Treebeards’ own
venturing into “evil” considerations, expounding, “No[,] [...] [o]nce he was as
great as his fame made him. His thoughts were deep, his knowledge was subtle,
and his hands marvelously skilled” (553). Yes, of course he was — for otherwise Gandalf, Elrond, Galadriel and
Aragorn himself are either thorough fools or agents of deliberate mischief for
for so long assuming him otherwise! And
of course he was, for otherwise these other three “great” individuals might
perhaps be themselves revealed as
being made of the same dubious make-up. Seditious thoughts of the highest
order, so even the great saviour Treebeard is made to suffer a burn of a kind
here, by someone the text holds one of the very few worthy of administering it.
If Sam hadn’t realized that Frodo
was so far beyond him in comprehension that it was really always wise to trust
him implicitly in all matters, if Pippin hadn’t said that subsequently after
his own receiving of a “burning” lesson that a whole platter of tempting
palantirs could be put before him and he couldn’t be made to touch any of them,
if Treebeard hadn’t immediately stopped his denunciation of Saruman and left it
where Aragorn would comfortably have had it, then their fates would not subsequently
have gone as described, is what one comes to gather from the will at work in
the text. If Sam had decided that Frodo was guilty of not sufficiently
countenancing the extent of Gollum’s threat and therefore had become himself
a threat to the success of their mission — a conclusion which lead to his
judging that he should properly be the one carrying the Ring — he wouldn’t have
been the recipient of so joyous an accounting of him in his defeat of Sherob
that for a moment he was a triumph over every warrior in Middle-earth, but
rather someone undermined in the text as being just lucky, and actually in fact
probably a battle-incompetent — not worth a tale at all in anyone’s book, not
even the smallest. Or rather, he might just been victim to a sudden plot change
and found himself stabbed by Sherob and mercilessly eaten — and so Frodo proved capable of deposing of
the Ring, the text would subsequently be amended to read, even without his Sam: lesson learned — do take along for insurance purposes, but be
prepared to do without the services of “friends,” especially if they’re fat,
stupid, members of the servile class. If Merry hadn’t accepted that there
was any legitimate difference between his bold dropping of his broach, to
inform his three friendly pursuers of his ongoing health, and his quickly
judged and quickly acted upon retrieval of the dropped artifact that was on its
way to being lost to all, if he hadn’t perhaps understood that his “rightful”
claim to it was as half-baked a formulation as was Gollum’s claim to the Ring
as his “present” was, he wouldn’t have found himself so kindly received by
Gandalf and merely dropped a notch in a familiar way in being likened to a pawn
in the company of greater pieces, but rather told that that’s what he gets for
proclaiming himself equal to all while actually so undeserving. And rather than being
spared being forced to sing at court, he’d of found himself suffering ongoing
emasculation in serving as a never-ceasing songbird for Lord Denethor. If
Treebeard hadn’t accepted Aragorn’s assessment of Saruman and instead pursued
his logic towards concluding him a total fraud, he wouldn’t have been as warmly
excused by Gandalf for his eventually letting Saruman go, but informed more of
the consequences of his clumsy mismanagement, including Saruman’s subsequent
ravaging of the tree-loving hobbit population, as well all the Shire’s trees!, in his pursuit of making the Shire
a haven for polluting factories. Thereby he’d have made Treebeard insane out of
grief and guilt, longing for the Elves to return to numb him back into
stupidity before they left Middle-earth — an act of pity they would of course
would deny him for having recklessly pursued a line of thought that could have
had all the commons doubting how well earned every one of their reputations
was, and so potentially had their whole benighted race hoisted on its own
petards!
All of them, in short, would have
been made subject to the dark fate viciously inflicted upon Wormtongue. If you’re
looking for the greatest losers in the text, the ones, not who die but who
suffer humiliations no one could bear living with for long, you can skip both
Saruman and Sauron — for Saruman’s preference that he always remain a master,
even as it abandons him of Gandalf’s help and leaves him having to counter the
might of nine Nazgul himself, is, what, but the typical stubbornness and pride
of dignified wizards; and Sauron is one who is caught off guard but also one
whose weaknesses are heavily qualified so that they are those that always
accompany a certain particular kind of genuine genius. The ones to look to are
Gollum, the Orc Grishnakh — who plays a Wormtongue to Ugluk’s Gandalf — the Messenger of Mordor, Merry and
Pippin (especially Pippin), and most of all Wormtongue. As a general rule, if
the text starts likening one to a cornered animal or an insolent child, you can
forget all its ostensibly fidelity to the worthiness of “pity” and be assured
it wants you alive only so incurred humiliations have more time to dig in. So
if it described you like this — “His face was twisted with amazement and anger
to the likeness of some wild beast that, as it crouches on its prey, is smitten
not the muzzle with a stinging rod” (Return of the King, 872) — as it does the
Messenger of Mordor, then if Gandalf has to stop someone from smiting you in
the name of second-chances and pity it’s going to amount to a forced effort, to
say the least. If it begins to describe you as a “greedy child stooping over a
bowl of food” (The Two Towers, 578), as it is applied to Pippin, you’d
better in some way desist in what you’re doing, learn a moral lesson from doing
it — quick — or you’ll get the same. And if it describes you as, “In his eyes
was the hunted look of a beast seeking some gap in the ring of his enemies” (The
Two Towers, 508), and as “coming out of a hut [...] almost like a dog” (Return
of the King, 995), then you’re screwed no matter what you do, because then
you’re Wormtongue, and then you’re a snake, a kicked dog, and perhaps even a
victim of an assault that verged on rape — what all does Saruman do to him
behind closed doors, after his stupidity costs him the palantir, to make him so
completely snap at the end? — and the world has to literally stop so that all
your poisonous fluids can be cleared from all paths you might have trodded
upon, and the possibility that you could have mated with a treasured princess, fumigated
out of everyone’s brains.
What happens to Wormtongue is what
you get in the text if you breech on someone else’s power when the text hasn’t
already approved you as one qualified to do so — in anti-Semitic lexicon, if
you’re the Jew making advancements within the European court. To avoid his
fate, you go the route of Hana when Gandalf runs off yet again, doing his thing
of “ever [...] going and coming unlooked-for” (516), and take advantage of
someone else’s doubting him to highlight how henceforth you’re resolved never
do so. Thus when presented with the proclamation, “Wormtongue, were he here,
would not find it hard to explain,” you eagerly reply, “I will wait until I see
Gandalf again” (516). Or of Eomer, after having formerly accosted Aragorn,
admitting his comparative smallness to him and pledging to “gladly learn
better” (427). In short, you have to in effect act pretty much like Gollum’s
“whipped cur whose master has patted it” (604). It’s quite the grim way to own
people, but such is The Two Tower’s Middle-earth — you can expect to be
spotted, so you have to be careful: a whole social order appears to be at stake.
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