Sunday, May 25, 2014

Day 106: Visits from Home

My midterms and projects were finally completed and the evening rolled around with a cool breeze and a soft sunset. To complete the seemingly perfect end to a less than stellar week, my father came up the mountain to visit me for Fall Break. After not having seen my father in over two months, it was nice to sit down for dinner with him and talk about life. The stress of the week for both of us melted away as we talked about anything that came to mind and I caught up on the local news for my town. 

Having my father come to see me was enjoyable and the evening passed very quickly. We had a wonderful dish of meat and mushrooms for dinner and I ate until I was too full to do much more than lounge around and groan at how full I was. There was no way I was venturing out for a walk. To finish the evening off I talked late into the evening with my roommate. 

Whenever my family visits I am always reminded of my home and the life I spent nearly two decades building. It is so hard to step away from everything I have ever known, and part of me wonders if I was ever meant to leave home. I quite like how the culture of the hobbits functions, generations of families living in the same town and rarely venturing far from home. That said, I have found that I tend to romanticize Tolkien’s world in a bid to escape from my own modern travesty. Though the years though, I have come to recognize that any life has its virtues and vices, its advantages and drawbacks, its simple pleasures and times of sorrow. That would be the same for my life and for the life of a hobbit. I try to remind myself of this as I sit here and long for the simple life of a hobbit in light of my father’s visit. I have been blessed with a good life here at school and a marvelous opportunity to learn. So for the moment I recognize that Middle Earth is far beyond my grasp, and as much as I wish for home and the life I led there with my family, there is an incredible opportunity out there for me in the world of academia. So far know I remain a hobbit at heart in the modern world, venturing far from home and into a life foreign to me that I have the honour of exploring. 

The Road Goes Ever On and On, 
~ Daisy Buttons

Monday, May 19, 2014

Day 105: Midterms

For the past few days I have been unable to venture forth into the world to continue my journey to Mordor. Mid-terms have come and as always, they hit all at once. Over the past few days I have had to sit an examination or turn in a major project in all of my classes. Stress levels are high and sleep is almost nonexistent. I have been subsisting on highly caffeinated tea and the stash of granola bars and macaroni kept in my closet for emergencies.

One more day, two finals, and one project stands between me and freedom. It always amazes me how one day can drag out and leave me gasping for the air of a new one. There is so much to do and I have unfortunately left it all for the end. A warm rain and stagnant, humid air are my only companions as I work through the night, but I am always comforted that a new day will come, eventually, sometime in the distant future and then I will continue my journey on through Middle Earth. Until then I will continue to despair and procrastinate by writing this drivel instead of studying for midterms. 

The Road Goes Ever On and On
~ Daisy Buttons

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Day 102: Oh Shenandoah

The days away from home are starting to take their toll. As a hobbit I am naturally a homebody. I can’t stand being away from my hometown for long periods of time. Though I love the mountain my college is on, my heart forever belongs to the pastoral rolling hills of Virginia and the Blue Ridge Mountains of the Shenandoah. 

My walk was gorgeous. The trail was abandoned save for me and a few chipmunks. The mountains surrounded me, with the sun peeking out from behind grey clouds. The river far below glinted in the morning light. A chilly breeze toyed with my skirt and the leaves of changing colours. My cloak protected me from the chill of the early morning as my breath escaped in white puffs, a short vapor in the wind before it was gone. 

For some odd reason I decided to take my MP3 player with me on my walk. As I was heading away from campus and back into the mountains the old folk song “Oh Shenandoah” played. I stopped dead in my tracks. That song is one I have associated with home ever since I was a little girl. My family would take holidays and hiking trips up at Skyline drive in the mountains. Almost every trip I remember a local band playing that song. The mountains I grew up in surrounded the Shenandoah Valley. This was home come to haunt me when I was missing it the most.

I’ve often wondered if Frodo ever missed the Shire. Nostalgia, melancholy, and homesickness are all powerful and profound emotions. Given that Frodo was still in love with the Shire when he left, it would seem likely that he missed his home. There is much evidence throughout the books that Sam missed the Shire greatly. One such proof is Sam’s attachment to his pots and pans; another is that Sam carries seasonings from the Shire in a little box. Just in case, Sam assures. The idea that Frodo and the hobbits loved and dearly missed the Shire is both a heartwarming and a melancholy one. The hobbits left to protect the Shire, and throughout their journey there is evidence that they want to go back to the Shire and the way things were. The melancholy part is that hobbits would never go back see the Shire the way it was. They would fight for their beloved home, but each with some dread that they would likely never see it again. The hobbits were willing to give up their home in order to save it. This idea will come into play for Frodo and Sam at the end Tolkien’s epic in what I consider to be one of the saddest moments of the book; but more on that later. 

For right now, it is enough for me to realize that the hobbits very likely missed home, missed their friends and the way things were. They loved it enough to sacrifice their lives for it and those they knew and held dear. The hobbits, along with many of Middle Earth, were going to war to save their world, their home. 

I am not faced with such a prospect. Home is still there and nothing much, except population growth, is threatening it. I can still go back when I want to; I can see those I’ve left behind. But I’m still filled with such nostalgia and melancholy when I think about it; after all, I left my heart there. How much more did the hobbits miss their home, the home they were willing to die protecting, the people they were willing to lay their lives down for, the future they were trying to secure knowing there was a possibility they wouldn’t be there to see that future? 

The road goes ever on and on,
~ Daisy Buttons

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Day 101: Of Parties and Fun

The weekend brought with it more social engagements than I could ever handle. Homecoming weekend has hit our mountain and the campus is crawling with alum. In the spirit of my attempted hobbit lifestyle, I invited friends over for tea and visited with former students at dinner. A brief respite in the afternoon was all the time I had on this busy day to hike the trails. Though I managed 4.07 miles (6.55 km), I was not nearly ready to be done when it came time to turn back. Later in the evening I dressed up in my best and attended the school production of Pride and Prejudice. The play was over all too soon and time still remained to attend the jazz dance held on the overlook every year in honour of homecoming weekend. This dance is often considered one of the favourite events of the year by the majority of the student body. 


The dance was just as much fun as I had remembered. A live jazz band played late into the night as students danced on the overlook. Far below the lights of the valley twinkled brightly and far above the light of the moon shone through the clouds. I’ve never been the best at dancing, but I have always enjoyed it. There’s just something about staying up with friends, dancing to great music, eating good food, and telling stories late into the night. This year was no exception and I had fun cavorting about the dance floor and raiding snack stations until well after midnight. But eventually the night did come to an end and I made my way back to my room to sleep away the few hours remaining until dawn. 


For the hobbits, the party was just ending and their journey beginning again. The time spent in the Last Homely House was coming to a close. Though the hobbits likely never dreamed of going beyond Rivendell and were quite relieved to have made it to the Last Homely House with the ring, they were now faced with traveling beyond even the scopes of their imagination to the land of Mordor. Their quest: to destroy the ring. The journey promised to be long, arduous, and full of peril. I doubt the hobbits fully knew what they were getting into when they agreed to undertake such a task. 

The road goes ever on and on, 
~ Daisy Buttons

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Day 99: Those Gone Before

Today dawned as any other day, chilly and swathed in fog. Everything went on as it normally did. School was uneventful, students coming and going from class. Work was filled with coffee, printer toner, and quizzes to grade. Far below the valley continued life as usual. It was another day in another year. The world continued to turn as it always did. But for me the day stood still, filled with melancholy and the dull ache of loss. Today was the one year anniversary of a friend’s passing.

Death is as much a part of life as anything else, always present, always at work in the world. I have been fortunate thus far to have remained largely undisturbed by him. Most of my family is still living as are most of my friends. Death is not something I have experience with in general. But today I stopped to think about the friend I had lost as I trekked 6.41 miles (10.32 km) along one of my favourite trails. His death, as almost all deaths seem to be, was tragic. It was too early. It shouldn’t have happened. But it did. He was gone. Today the world continued to turn despite my sorrow. Life kept going. Death is something I will never be used to.
The Lord of the Rings contains death. Tolkien knew death all too well. The characters have to struggle with battle and loss throughout their adventures. They are left behind to pick up the pieces and rebuild their world. The hobbits leave their home in the Shire, away from a more traditional notion of death, and are thrust into the world of war, hardship, and loss. I doubt I will ever understand the world of life and death as they must surely have after the events of The Lord of the Rings concluded. Nor do I ever hope to.

The road goes ever on and on,
~ Daisy Buttons

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Day 96: Rivendell at Last!

The time has finally come. At 465.64 miles (749.37 km), I have made it to Rivendell! The journey took me a little over three months to complete, a much greater time than it took the hobbits. But I live in a very different world from that of Middle Earth. For the hobbits, reaching Rivendell, and the Last Homely House, was a big turning point in the story. It was a respite from the horrors already experienced and a transition to the struggle for good they would be thrust into shortly. For me, reaching Rivendell was but one goal on a journey that will take me a year and which promises to be interesting, but not perilous.

To get back to the story at hand, reaching Rivendell was the end of a fortnight flight from the Black Riders for Aragorn and the hobbits. There is little written about most of that fortnight outside of a few pages detailing the overall journey, the encounter with Bilbo’s stone trolls, and the flight to the ford of Bruinen in the end. The flight to the ford is something I have always paid special attention to, especially since the movie adaptions greatly changed the significance of the scenes. The most noted absence in the movie adaption of that scene which was fairly important in the books was the appearance of Glorfindel, one of the high elves. Glorfindel is an important character to Middle Earth who is often overlooked, even though he had a long history with the conflict in Tolkien’s story.
Many years before the occurrences in Lord of the Rings, Glorfindel was present at the Fall of Gondolin during the First Age. Though Gondolin was conquered by the Dark Lord Morgoth, Glorfindel and some others managed to escape into the surrounding mountain. Here they were ambushed by a Balrog whom Glorfindel managed to kill single-handedly. His name became a byword in elvish society for strength and courage. Later on, during the beginning of the Third Age, Glorfindel led the elvish forces against the forces of Angmar in the Battle of Fornost. He fought alongside EƤrnur who would later become king of Gondor. Though they are confronted by Sauron, a servant of Morgoth whom Glorfindel had fought thousands of years prior, the dark lord manages to escape. It is in this battle that Glorfindel foretells Sauron’s fall in the future (the one in which Eowyn will come to fulfill).
The long story of Glorfindel is long, but an important one to Lord of the Rings. For in Frodo’s flight to the Ford and his brief defiance against the Black Riders even as he fades, Glorfindel reveals himself in full wrath of an Elf Lord. Later when Frodo feasted in the Hall of Fire with the other guests of Elrond he would note about the elf, “Glorfindel was tall and straight; his hair was of shining gold, his face fair and young and fearless and full of joy; his eyes were bright and keen, and his voice like music; on his brow sat wisdom, and in his hand was strength.” (The Fellowship of the Ring). Glorfindel was one of the few who were able to stand against the Ringwraiths. Though his character isn’t significant to the overall storyline of Lord of the Rings he is an important character in the history of Middle Earth and one I have always been enthralled with. But the time has come for me to move on from Glorfindel and focus back on the hobbits as they are the main characters in this adventure.
For the hobbits it appeared that they had finally reached the end of their journey. They had made it to Rivendell with great peril and the ring was safe with Elrond and the elves. Frodo noted how differently his adventure was from Bilbo’s but he looked forward to returning home to the Shire. It is this desire that greatly stood out to me. This desire would come into play when Frodo attended the Council of Elrond. During the council, we learn much more about the perilous history of the ring and the horrors facing Middle Earth. In light of this horror, many important figures from across Middle Earth, representing many different races, had converged on Rivendell. Here Frodo is faced with the decision whether or not to return home to the Shire or to bear the rind hence to its destruction and the salvation of Middle Earth. Frodo was but a hobbit cast into the wars and struggles of an entire world, which crossed racial lines and affected every nook and cranny of Middle Earth. His desire to return to the Shire was great, but he put it on the backburner for a while in order to be part of something much greater than himself, but still something that could not have been accomplished without him.
It is in Rivendell that I really became aware of how remarkable a character Frodo is. He has his ups, downs, strengths, and flaws. He is trying to make his way in a world that he little understands. But these all work together to make him the hobbit he is and to highlight the sacrifices he makes and trials he endures over the course of the story. As Gandalf once told Frodo, “Hobbits really are amazing creatures, as I have said before. You can learn all that there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years they can still surprise you at a pinch.” (The Fellowship of the Ring)

The Road Goes Ever On and On,
~ Daisy Buttons

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Day 94 and 95: Adventures in the Backwoods

The weekend of Days 94 and 95 saw my adventures continuing on a nearby mountain in Alabama. My college organized a weekend retreat for the sophomore class. So when Saturday morning rolled around I found myself packed into a van like sardines with fifteen other students off on a road trip.

When our van finally pulled into the camp we were staying at, I was thoroughly tired and my voice was sore from the amount of singing that had occurred over the course of our journey. The camp was a beautiful and rustic affair in the backwoods of Alabama. The cabins were comfortable and based off of a cross between modern amenities, 19th century construction, and rustic aesthetics.
Almost as soon as I was unpacked and had met the other girls I would be sharing a cabin with, I was off into the woods. There were trees to climb, boulders to scale, trails to follow, wildlife to chase, and pictures to take. Several of the girls in my cabin accompanied me and we thoroughly explored as much as we could before dark set in.
The next day passed in similar fashion. The woods sprawled before us and we picked a trail going west into the heart of the mountains and set out. Through our journey we explored old cabins, climbed several rock faces, catalogued fungi, sang hobbit walking songs, and walked into a good number of spider webs. The change of scenery was wonderful, and exploring a new mountain with friends made the journey even more enjoyable. I was quite sad when the afternoon rolled around and it was time to leave for college again.

The Road Goes Ever On and On,
~ Daisy Buttons