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The middle novel in The Lord of the Rings—the greatest fantasy epic of all time— which began in The Fellowship of the Ring, and which reaches its magnificent. The Two Towers is the second novel in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. The Two Towers is the second volume of J. R. R. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings. The differences between J.R.R. Tolkien's book, The Two Towers, and Peter Jackson's The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers are very difficult to document.
While the first section tells of an epic battle, the struggles in much of the second are internal. Hobbits Merry and Pippin escape from the Orcs who captured them when the orcs themselves are attacked by the Riders of Rohan.
Merry and Pippin head into nearby Fangorn Forest where they encounter treelike giants called Ents. The forest generally keep to themselves, but are moved to oppose the menace posed to the trees by the wizard Saruman , who has been chopping down trees in the forest to fuel fires for his furnaces. Aragorn , Gimli the Dwarf and Legolas the Elf , tracking Merry and Pippin, come across the Riders of Rohan who tell them that they attacked the orcs the previous night and left no survivors.
However, Strider is able to find small prints and they follow these into Fangorn, where they meet a white wizard who they at first believe to be Saruman, but who turns out to be their wizard friend Gandalf , whom they believed had perished in the mines of Moria.
He tells them of his fall into the abyss, his battle to the death with the Balrog and his reawakening. In the process, Saruman's agent in Edoras, Grima Wormtongue , is expelled from the city. Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas then travel to the defensive fortification Helm's Deep while Gandalf goes north in search of Erkenbrand 's men to bring as reinforcements.
At Helm's Deep, they resist an onslaught of Orcs and Men sent by Saruman, and Gandalf arrives the next morning with the Westfold army led by Erkenbrand just in time.
The fleeing orcs run into a forest of Huorn half-tree, half-ent creatures and none escape. There, they reunite with Merry and Pippin and find the city overrun by Ents, who have flooded it with the nearby river, and the central tower of Orthanc besieged, with Saruman in it.
After giving Saruman a chance to repent, Gandalf casts him out of the order of wizards. Wormtongue throws something from a window at Gandalf and those with him. Pippin, unable to resist the urge, looks into it and has an encounter with Sauron. Gandalf and Pippin then head for Minas Tirith in preparation for the upcoming war. Gollum hopes to reclaim the Ring. Sam loathes and distrusts him, but Frodo pities him. Gollum promises to lead them to a secret entrance to Mordor and for a time appears to be a true ally.
Do not fail. I would sooner walk than sit on the back of any beast so great, free or begrudged. Then all will be well, and you need neither borrow a horse nor be troubled by one. A great dark-grey horse was brought to Aragorn, and he mounted it. A smaller and lighter horse, but restive and fiery, was brought to Legolas. Arod was his name. But Legolas asked them to take off saddle and rein.
Gimli was lifted up behind his friend. I have yet to teach you gentle speech. With that they parted. Very swift were the horses of Rohan. Aragorn did not look back: Aragorn dismounted and surveyed the ground, then leaping back into the saddle, he rode away for some distance eastward, keeping to one side and taking care not to override the footprints.
Then he again dismounted and examined the ground, going backwards and forwards on foot. But this eastward trail is fresh and clear. There is no sign there of any feet going the other way, back towards Anduin.
Now we must ride slower, and make sure that no trace or footstep branches off on either side. The Orcs must have been aware from this point that they were pursued; they may have made some attempt to get their captives away before they were overtaken. As they rode forward the day was overcast. Low grey clouds came over the Wold. A mist shrouded the sun. Ever nearer the tree-clad slopes of Fangorn loomed, slowly darkling as the sun went west.
They saw no sign of any trail to right or left, but here and there they passed single Orcs, fallen in their tracks as they ran, with grey-feathered arrows sticking in back or throat. At last as the afternoon was waning they came to the eaves of the forest, and in an open glade among the first trees they found the place of the great burning: Beside it was a great pile of helms and mail, cloven shields, and broken swords, bows and darts and other gear of war.
Upon a stake in the middle was set a great goblin head; upon its shattered helm the white badge could still be seen. Further away, not far from the river, where it came streaming out from the edge of the wood, there was a mound. It was newly raised: Aragorn and his companions searched far and wide about the field of battle, but the light faded, and evening soon drew down, dim and misty.
By nightfall they had discovered no trace of Merry and Pippin. I would guess that the burned bones of the hobbits are now mingled with the Orcs'. It will be hard news for Frodo, if he lives to hear it; and hard too for the old hobbit who waits in Rivendell. Elrond was against their coming. But I shall not depart from this place yet.
In any case we must here await the morning-light. A little way beyond the battle-field they made their camp under a spreading tree: Gimli shivered. They had brought only one blanket apiece. Let the Orcs come as thick as summer-moths round a candle! Also we are on the very edge of Fangorn, and it is perilous to touch the trees of that wood, it is said. Yet they passed the night after safely here, when their labour was ended.
But our paths are likely to lead us into the very forest itself. So have a care! Cut no living wood! When the Dwarf had a small bright blaze going, the three companions drew close to it and sat together, shrouding the light with their hooded forms. Legolas looked up at the boughs of the tree reaching out above them. It may have been that the dancing shadows tricked their eyes, but certainly to each of the companions the boughs appeared to be bending this way and that so as to come above the flames, while the upper branches were stooping down; the brown leaves now stood out stiff, and rubbed together like many cold cracked hands taking comfort in the warmth.
There was a silence, for suddenly the dark and unknown forest, so near at hand, made itself felt as a great brooding presence, full of secret purpose.
After a while Legolas spoke again. What are the fables of the forest that Boromir had heard? I had thought of asking you what was the truth of the matter.
And if an Elf of the Wood does not know, how shall a Man answer? Elrond says that the two are akin, the last strongholds of the mighty woods of the Elder Days, in which the Firstborn roamed while Men still slept.
Yet Fangorn holds some secret of its own. What it is I do not know. They now drew lots for the watches, and the lot for the first watch fell to Gimli. The others lay down. Almost at once sleep laid hold on them. But do not stray far in search of dead wood.
Let the fire die rather! Call me at need! With that he fell asleep. Legolas already lay motionless, his fair hands folded upon his breast, his eyes unclosed, blending living night and deep dream, as is the way with Elves. Gimli sat hunched by the fire, running his thumb thoughtfully along the edge of his axe. The tree rustled. There was no other sound. Suddenly Gimli looked up, and there just on the edge of the fire-light stood an old bent man, leaning on a staff, and wrapped in a great cloak; his wide-brimmed hat was pulled down over his eyes.
Gimli sprang up, too amazed for the moment to cry out, though at once the thought flashed into his mind that Saruman had caught them. Both Aragorn and Legolas, roused by his sudden movement, sat up and stared. The old man did not speak or make, sign. There was no trace of him to be found near at hand, and they did not dare to wander far.
The moon had set and the night was very dark. The horses were gone. They had dragged their pickets and disappeared. For me time the three companions stood still and silent, troubled by this new stroke of ill fortune. They were under the eaves of Fangorn, and endless leagues lay between them and the Men of Rohan, their only friends in this wide and dangerous land.
As they stood, it seemed to them that they heard, far off in the night. Then all was quiet again, except for the cold rustle of the wind. We started on our feet, and we have those still. Who else? Those were the words. He has gone off with our horses, or scared them away, and here we are. There is more trouble coming to us, mark my words!
Still I do not doubt that you guess right, and that we are in peril here, by night or day. Yet in the meantime there is nothing that we can do but rest, while we may. I will watch for a while now, Gimli. I have more need of thought than of sleep.
The night passed slowly. Legolas followed Aragorn, and Gimli followed Legolas, and their watches wore away. But nothing happened. The old man did not appear again, and the horses did not return. Pippin lay in a dark and troubled dream: But instead of Frodo hundreds of hideous orc-faces grinned at him out of the shadows, hundreds of hideous arms grasped at him from every side. Where was Merry? He woke. Cold air blew on his face.
He was lying on his back. Evening was coming and the sky above was growing dim.
He turned and found that the dream was little worse than the waking. His wrists, legs, and ankles were tied with cords. Beside him Merry lay, white-faced, with a dirty rag bound across his brows. All about them sat or stood a great company of Orcs. Slowly in Pippin's aching head memory pieced itself together and became separated from dream-shadows. Of course: What had come over them? Why had they dashed off like that, taking no notice of old Strider?
They had run a long way shouting--he could not remember how far or how long; and then suddenly they had crashed right into a group of Orcs: Then they yelled and dozens of other goblins had sprung out of the trees.
Merry and he had drawn their swords, but the Orcs did not wish to fight, and had tried only to lay hold of them, even when Merry had cut off several of their arms and hands. Good old Merry! Then Boromir had come leaping through the trees. He had made them fight.
He slew many of them and the rest fled. But they had not gone far on the way back when they were attacked again. Boromir had blown his great horn till the woods rang, and at first the Orcs had been dismayed and had drawn back; but when no answer but the echoes came, they had attacked more fierce than ever.
Pippin did not remember much more. His last memo was of Boromir leaning against a tree, plucking out an arrow; then darkness fell suddenly. What has happened to Boromir? Why didn't the Orcs kill us? Where are we, and where are we going?
He could not answer the questions. He felt cold and sick. Just a nuisance: And now I have been stolen and I am just a piece of luggage for the Orcs. I hope Strider or someone will come and claim us! But ought I to hope for it? Won't that throw out all the plans? I wish I could get free! He struggled a little, quite uselessly. One of the Orcs sitting near laughed and said something to a companion in their abominable tongue.
We'll find a use for your legs before long. You'll wish you had got none before we get home. He had a black knife with a long jagged blade in his hand. Curse the Isengarders!
Terrified Pippin lay still, though the pain at his wrists and ankles was growing, and the stones beneath him were boring into his back. To take his mind off himself he listened intently to all that he could hear. There were many voices round about, and though orc-speech sounded at all times full of hate and anger, it seemed plain that something like a quarrel had begun, and was getting hotter.
To Pippin's surprise he found that much of the talk was intelligible many of the Orcs were using ordinary language. Apparently the members of two or three quite different tribes were present, and they could not understand one another's orc-speech. There was an angry debate concerning what they were to do now: They're a cursed nuisance, and we're in a hurry. Evening's coming on, and we ought to get a move on. That's my orders. I heard that one of them has got something, something that's wanted for the War, some elvish plot or other.
Anyway they'll both be questioned. Why don't we search them and find out? We might find something that we could use ourselves. The prisoners are not to be searched or plundered: I wish to kill, and then go back north.
I command. I return to Isengard by the shortest road. No, we must stick together. These lands are dangerous: You've no guts outside your own sties. But for us you'd all have run away. We are the fighting Uruk-hai!
We slew the great warrior. We took the prisoners. We are the servants of Saruman the Wise, the White Hand: We came out of Isengard, and led you here, and we shall lead you back by the way we choose.
I have spoken. They might ask where his strange ideas came from. Did they come from Saruman, perhaps? Who does he think he is, setting up on his own with his filthy white badges? Saruman is a fool. But the Great Eye is on him. How do you folk like being called swine by the muck-rakers of a dirty little wizard?
It's orc-flesh they eat, I'll warrant. Many loud yells in orc-speech answered him, and the ringing clash of weapons being drawn. Cautiously Pippin rolled over, hoping to see what would happen. His guards had gone to join in the fray.
Round them were many smaller goblins. Pippin supposed that these were the ones from the North. The others gave way, and one stepped backwards and fell over Merry's prostrate form with a curse.
It was the yellow-fanged guard. His body fell right on top of Pippin, still clutching its long saw-edged knife. We go straight west from here, and down the stair. From there straight to the downs, then along the river to the forest.
And we march day and night. That clear? The edge of the black knife had snicked his arm, and then slid down to his wrist. He felt the blood trickling on to his hand, but he also felt the cold touch of steel against his skin. The Orcs were getting ready to march again, but some of the Northerners were still unwilling, and the Isengarders slew two more before the rest were cowed.
There was much cursing and confusion. For the moment Pippin was unwatched. His legs were securely bound, but his arms were only tied about the wrists, and his hands were in front of him. He could move them both together, though the bonds were cruelly tight. He pushed the dead Orc to one side, then hardly daring to breathe, he drew the knot of the wrist-cord up and down against the blade of the knife. It was sharp and the dead hand held it fast. The cord was cut! Quickly Pippin took it in his fingers and knotted it again into a loose bracelet of two loops and slipped it over his hands.
Then he lay very still. If they are not alive when we get back, someone else will die too. An Orc seized Pippin like a sack. Another treated Merry in the same way. The Orc's clawlike hand gripped Pippin's arms like iron; the nails bit into him. He shut his eyes and slipped back into evil dreams. Suddenly he was thrown on to the stony floor again. It was early night, but the slim moon was already falling westward. They were on the edge of a cliff that seemed to look out over a sea of pale mist.
There was a sound of water falling nearby. But how long? You fools! You should have shot him. He'll raise the alarm. The cursed horsebreeders will hear of us by morning. Now we'll have to leg it double quick. A shadow bent over Pippin. We have got to climb down and you must use your legs. Be helpful now. No crying out, no trying to escape. We have ways of paying for tricks that you won't like, though they won't spoil your usefulness for the Master.
He cut the thongs round Pippin's legs and ankles, picked him up by his hair and stood him on his feet. Several Orcs laughed. The pain in his legs and ankles vanished. He could stand.
Pippin saw him go to Merry, who was lying close by, and kick him. Merry groaned. Then he smeared the wound with some dark stuff out of a small wooden box.
Merry cried out and struggled wildly. The Orcs clapped and hooted. We shall have some fun later. He needed speed and had to humour unwilling followers. He was healing Merry in orc-fashion; and his treatment worked swiftly. When he had forced a drink from his flask down the hobbit's throat, cut his leg-bonds, and dragged him to his feet, Merry stood up, looking pale but grim and defiant, and very much alive.
The gash in his forehead gave him no more trouble, but he bore a brown scar to the end of his days. Where do we get bed and breakfast? Hold your tongues. No talk to one another. Any trouble will be reported at the other end, and He'll know how to pay you. You'll get bed and breakfast all right: The orc-band began to descend a narrow ravine leading down into the misty plain below.
Merry and Pippin, separated by a dozen Orcs or more, climbed down with them. At the bottom they stepped on to grass, and the hearts of the hobbits rose. Sit on the grass and wait for the Whiteskins to join the picnic?
Or you'll never see your beloved holes again. By the White Hand! What's the use of sending out mountain-maggots on a trip, only half trained. Run, curse you! Run while night lasts! Then the whole company began to run with the long loping strides of Orcs. They kept no order, thrusting, jostling, and cursing; yet their speed was very great.
Each hobbit had a guard of three. Pippin was far back in the line. He wondered how long he would be able to go on at this pace: One of his guards had a whip. But at present the orc-liquor was still hot in him. His wits, too, were wide-awake. Every now and again there came into his mind unbidden a vision of the keen face of Strider bending over a dark trail, and running, running behind.
But what could even a Ranger see except a confused trail of orc-feet? His own little prints and Merry's were overwhelmed by the trampling of the iron-shod shoes before them and behind them and about them. They had gone only a mile or so from the cliff when the land sloped down into a wide shallow depression, where the ground was soft and wet.
Mist lay there, pale-glimmering in the last rays of the sickle moon. The dark shapes of the Orcs in front grew dim, and then were swallowed up. A sudden thought leaped into Pippin's mind, and he acted on it at once. He swerved aside to the right, and dived out of the reach of his clutching guard, headfirst into the mist; he landed sprawling on the grass. There was for a moment turmoil and confusion. Pippin sprang up and ran.
But the Orcs were after him. Some suddenly loomed up right in front of him. Just as long arms and hard claws seized him. If the others have escaped, they've probably all gone with Frodo. Make 'em both run!
Just use the whip as a reminder. Payment is only put off. Leg it! Neither Pippin nor Merry remembered much of the later part of the journey. Evil dreams and evil waking were blended into a long tunnel of misery, with hope growing ever fainter behind. They ran, and they ran, striving to keep up the pace set by the Orcs, licked every now and again with a cruel thong cunningly handled.
If they halted or stumbled, they were seized and dragged for some distance. The warmth of the orc-draught had gone. Pippin felt cold and sick again. Suddenly he fell face downward on the turf. Hard hands with rending nails gripped and lifted him. He was carried like a sack once more, and darkness grew about him: Dimly he became aware of voices clamouring: He felt himself flung to the ground, and he lay as he fell, till black dreams took him.
But he did not long escape from pain; soon the iron grip of merciless hands was on him again. For a long time he was tossed and shaken, and then slowly the darkness gave way, and he came back to the waking world and found that it was morning.
Orders were shouted and he was thrown roughly on the grass. There he lay for a while, fighting with despair. His head swam, but from the heat in his body he guessed that he had been given another draught.
An Orc stooped over him, and flung him some bread and a strip of raw dried flesh. He ate the stale grey bread hungrily, but not the meat.
He was famished but not yet so famished as to eat flesh flung to him by an Orc, the flesh of he dared not guess what creature. He sat up and looked about. Merry was not far away. They were by the banks of a swift narrow river. Ahead mountains loomed: A dark smudge of forest lay on the lower slopes before them. There was much shouting and debating among the Orcs; a quarrel seemed on the point of breaking out again between the Northerners and the Isengarders. Some were pointing back away south, and some were pointing eastward.
No killing, as I've told you before; but if you want to throw away what we've come all the way to get, throw it away! I'll look after it. Let the fighting Uruk-hai do the work, as usual. If you're afraid of the Whiteskins, run! There's the forest,' he shouted, pointing ahead. It's your best hope. Off you go! And quick, before I knock a few more heads off, to put some sense into the others. There was some cursing and scuffling, and then most of the Northerners broke away and dashed off, over a hundred of them, running wildly along the river towards the mountains.
The hobbits were left with the Isengarders: A few of the larger and bolder Northerners remained with them. But that's all your fault, Snaga.
You and the other scouts ought to have your ears cut off. But we are the fighters. We'll feast on horseflesh yet, or something better. At that moment Pippin saw why some of the troop had been pointing eastward. They had a red eye painted on their shields.
I'll see that orders are carried out in my command. And what else did you come back for? You went in a hurry.
Did you leave anything behind? I knew you'd lead them into a mess. I've come to help them. The Whiteskins are coming. Has he had another mount shot under him? All that they make out! One day you'll wish that you had not said that.
He won't let them show themselves across the Great River yet, not too soon. They're for the War-and other purposes. But in the meantime the Uruk-hai of Isengard can do the dirty work, as usual. Don't stand slavering there! Get your rabble together! The other swine are legging it to the forest. You'd better follow. You wouldn't get back to the Great River alive. Right off the mark! I'll be on your heels. The Isengarders seized Merry and Pippin again and slung them on their backs.
Then the troop started off. Hour after hour they ran, pausing now and again only to sling the hobbits to fresh carriers. Soon they were gaining also on the Northerners ahead.
To serve his nation and take up arms. A guy who clearly looked upto his big brother and yet, he turned out better than him, turned out to be someone who never lets go of his honor. Someone who has a level head on strong shoulders! If anyone rivals those two, it is my dear Sam!
Who else could it ever be? Sam, the loving and doting Sam! Just like the last book, this one too, has many places where the dialogues from the characters come off as funny in a sad or dangerous situation. It kind of kills the mood in a way and although Tolkien more than just makes up, it still does happen. Legolas is the most useless character in my opinion as his words, few as they are, mostly miss the mark by a big margin. This is a letdown.
A small one and yet, it is. Another thing that is lackluster was the battle sequence. It felt a little loose, I guess? And too short. Way too short. The siege could have been bigger. Another letdown, small one again and yet, still there. But the one thing that really put a dent in this book for me personally is this. Frodo and Sam, the whole thing, is based on friendship. The way Sam sticks around and takes care of him and everything.
Which is why Sam is such an awesome character! For me, friendship is based in trust and faith and most importantly, respect. Two people from any background can be friends as long as they respect each other, treat each other equal and trust each other. This is all that friendship asks for. This is how I feel. So imagine the dent it puts in the shining image of friendship of Frodo and Sam when Frodo calls him his servant!
Sam did not need to come along except that he wanted to! To be there for Frodo! To not leave him alone in his troubles. But Frodo never stops Sam from addressing him as Master!
And this…this leaves the whole relation of Sam and Frodo feeling lesser than it is! Peace was in both their faces. Excuse can be made for made for almost anything. And lying aint my scene. Tolkien, through Frodo, degrades Sam, even if it is just a touch. But he does. Sam was never his servant. It irked me personally and no explanation resolves the crime of calling your friend, one like Sam, a servant and disrespecting them.
None exist in my books and to that end, I will deduct one star. Wrong is wrong, even if it is Tolkien who commits the deed. This, again, brings me to my original stand. The LOTR movies are better than the books.
The movies have changed and corrected all that is wrong or lackluster in the books and it has taken this series to a whole new level. For me, this is one rare occasion where the movies are better. Peter Jackson, you glorious bastard, you created magic! Yet, this book is one of the finest pieces I have read! This is a goodbye to Middle Earth for now. Despite the couple of small and one major flaw, I love everything in this book.
Too long have I ranted! I should stop and sign off! We have become friends in so short a while that I think I must be getting hasty! View all 80 comments. Aparte de todo esto, es cuando los personajes comienzan a crear lazos de amistad Simplemente es maravilloso leer un libro e imaginarse tantas cosas mientras se lee. Esa es la magia de leer: View 2 comments.
View all 7 comments. Dec 20, Brian rated it it was amazing Shelves: Seventh Read. Reading the history of Numenor this year, and reading about the wraiths, how they were fallen kings, stood out to me. Seven reads, and the magic remains. Such a spiritual masterpiece. I consider Tolkien my literary father, or grandfather. I realized this as I listened to him read his work on YouTube. The feeling came to me then.
I also realized Frodo believed his companions had all failed, along with Gandalf, and he had resolved to do it alone, to rely on his strength a Update: I also realized Frodo believed his companions had all failed, along with Gandalf, and he had resolved to do it alone, to rely on his strength and Sam and not on anyone else.
That thought, though untrue, strengthened his resolve. Sixth read, best yet. I caught something to figure out. We leave Saruman to Sauron, who believed he saw Frodo in the palantir. He sent winged Nazgul to follow up, but I don't recall hearing anything more of it. I found the summaries enthralling, and am embarrassed to admit I finally found the passage explaining the title. He gives great summaries explaining history, and explains Sarumans Tower copies Saurons, as they both had been set up in better times.
The fight with Shelob scared me and the hand to hand combat made me realize Tolkien must have known this from war experience, and I realized this little Hobbit from nothing and nowhere defeated an evil thing of dark nobility from ancient times. And the feeling, the burning pleasure! What a gift to humanity! Thank God for Tolkien's work and life! The book reads in a different way, yet I feel the movies present a dazzling and significant interpretation.
The books start to take on an earthy, ancient, Pagan-like feel. I'm not talking about the Dragnet version of Pagan; I mean the earth religion, the ancient one, before my own religion oppressed them and categorized them with an evil entity they didn't even believe in. I also experienced some personal revelations for my life, and a glimpse of the spiritual nature of the book, and of Tolkien.
I have a Pentecostal background, which includes speaking in tongues, although I now attend a Baptist church and if I speak in tongues there they may tackle me and pin me down and try to cast demons out of me. In the book, Sam holds up the Phial of Galdriel against Shelob: I felt the time spent with Faramir paced slow and dragged on; my thoughts threatened to wander, but it provides a backdrop for the rest of the masterpiece.
Frodo felt a coldness in his arm spreading to his heart when the Rider flew over him. His world blackened and his thought patterns turned negative and despairing.
This made me realize some of my own thought patterns have been inspired by some form of darkness, within or without, and I need to abandon these patterns. This year I went through a divorce. I've often wondered at my life, at the pointlessness of some things, and wonder what God is thinking, putting me through some of the destructive and pointless things I've experienced. I sat on break, at work pondering this story a couple days ago.
Another important character manifests in this book. Tolkien introduced this Being in The Silmarillion. Middle-Earth calls him Illuvitar.
I see his influence in this story, although not once does JRRT mention the name. Can you imagine the reaction of the council, if they had planned it this way? Boromir, you'll need to die too, and Aragorn, you'll need to be absent while two Hobbits split the party and need rescued. Frodo, you and Sam need to go into The Land of Shadow alone, to face wild beasts and threat of exposure, without a guide and only on your tiny little strength.
Sorry, it just has to be this way, everyone. Some things happen in life we don't understand, but a hidden Person works things out we don't understand. He does it so our Saurons and Morgoth don't understand the battle plan either. He does it for a greater purpose, to bring about some greater good, and to reward us for our effort and suffering. That describes how I see things in my version of spirituality. I'm more impressed with Tolkien's depth every year. Only a twenty year effort could produce such a masterpiece.
I found nothing to criticize here. Where I would wander in my mind before, I find I can follow the words into deeper descriptions. The imagery in this book transports the mind into a real place. No movie can do this. I noticed something about Gandalf in this fourth journey. He disagreed with everything people said and corrected them. I never noticed that before. Then he fell into shadow.
He has been renewed, and has more joy, more confidence and charisma, like he took a long nap and feels better. I never noticed this change until this read. I like Gandalf the White better than the Gray. Tolkien has a strong ability to describe settings and create mood. When the mind follows his words, they seem to bring this reader into a trance. Writers have mentioned being entranced by the writing process.
What incredible talent to put the reader in a trance. How does Tolkien do it? How many times will I read before I see it? His trilogy puts a kind of spell over me. I feel it, literally feel…something…when I read. Perhaps he organizes his word patterns in a way or manipulates the language.
I feel he literally takes me into this other world. Rohan is introduced to the reader. The Ents have a meeting with the Hobbits and tear apart Isengard. The book is wonderful, as the history goes as deep as the roots of the Guardians of Fangorn. Every character has depth and personality, history, and inner struggles. I fell in love with every one of them. Dec 02, R. Gold rated it really liked it. Well two down and one to go. Since I saw the movies before reading the books, so much of what I saw is superimposed over the words I'm reading.
This is probably the first book series I've read, after seeing the movies, where I feel like seeing the movies helped. I tip my hat to Peter Jackson, personally, after reading the first two parts of the Lord of the Rings, I think he did a fantastic job with Well two down and one to go.
I tip my hat to Peter Jackson, personally, after reading the first two parts of the Lord of the Rings, I think he did a fantastic job with his adaptation. Frodo is such a better character in the books though.
All of his actions are the same but we get the internal workings of his mind in the book, which we, unfortunately, did not get in the movies, so he comes across as intelligent and mature in the books and.
My favorite scenes in this book were two brief interactions between Sam and Frodo. The first when discussing the bread and it's revealed Sam is trying to keep rations for the journey back home while Frodo is at peace with the thought that it's a one way journey to Mordor. The second is Frodo and Sam talking about their adventure as a story in the future.
Sam pretending to be his future kids asking to hear more about Frodo, and Frodo jumping right into the role of another child wanting to hear more about Sam. It was just a really cute human moment that made me love the characters even more. I will begin the Return of the King tomorrow and will hopefully have this series completed by the end of the week.
I'm sort of sad about that to be honest, but oh well, on to the next one. It doesn't help that my professor gets so off track during class that we never actually discuss what we've read, so I don't have any incentive to read what we've been assigned. This series is definitely something I want to revisit in the future when I'm not skim-reading it out of a pound series bindup and I do I feel guilty rating this book because I kid you not, I just BARELY absorbed anything in this book.
This series is definitely something I want to revisit in the future when I'm not skim-reading it out of a pound series bindup and I don't have to read the entire series in 4 weeks. I love Frodo and Sam and Gollum. So much. I wanted to love this, but reading it was unbearable because of the size and page requirements, so hopefully when I reread this one day from the box set I already own, I will enjoy it and see its merit enough to rate it higher. Aug 29, Apatt rated it it was amazing Shelves: The rocks and stones are like old bones all bare of meat.
But stream and pool is wet and cool: Get Down! The nassty hobbitses they hates it. Dust and ashes! Those nassty thieving disco dancing hobbitses, we hates them! The last chapter of The Fellowship of the Ring and the first chapter of The Two Towers could have been combined together as one chapter.
There is no time lapse to speak of. The first half of the book consists of two narrative strands: He is an advisor to the King and his name is Wormtongue? How did he get the job? Meanwhile, Merry and Pippin get kidnapped by orcs and rescued by the environmentally friendly Treebeard of the Ents.
Art by Ted Nasmith Man, I love the Ents, they should have their own spin-off books battling orange critters disseminating fake news about global warming. Anyway, the Ents also go to war with poor beleaguered Saruman who nobody seems to respect anymore, and is probably under investigation by the FBI.
He is more complex than he seems, has his good side which tends to peep out for a few seconds before it gets swamped by the nassstiness. He also has brilliant chemistry with Sam.
Art by - uh - frodo Speaking of whom, Samwise is my favorite hobbit, he is perceptive, loyal and absolutely badass when the chips are down. Samwise for president! They are great counterpoints to Mordor, cute, almost cartoonish characters navigating a drab, dangerous and stinking landscape makes for a fascinating contrast, and a very compelling narrative; further enhanced by the addition of the untrustworthy Gollum. His meticulous world building is legendary, and his prose is always elegant.
Best of all for me is his dialogue, where he endows the characters with distinctive voices. Gollum is, of course, in a class of his own, LOL! Nassty midget Jedis, we hates them. Don't let them hurt us, precious! They won't hurt us will they, nice little hobbitses? We didn't mean no harm, but they jumps on us like cats on poor mices, they did, precious.
And we're so lonely, gollum. We'll be nice to them, very nice, if they'll be nice to us, won't we, yes, yess. View all 13 comments. Mar 26, Bradley rated it it was amazing Shelves: It's sometimes hard to complain about one of your favorite books, but here I go, comparing it to the damn movie and making my complaints. I mean, damn, I love how it improved on the book by switching between PoV's like that!
And then the battles were all pretty much superior in the movies, but we're spoiled. Super spoiled. BUT I really really HATE how the movie adds freaking It's sometimes hard to complain about one of your favorite books, but here I go, comparing it to the damn movie and making my complaints. In the book, it really is pretty awful and hopeless, but it was awful and hopeless for the Rohirrim.
Adding elves might be flashy and blah blah oh good for you, focus groups, but DAMN. There was no lasting agreement between elves and the horse lords. Why should there be? I mean, MAYBE I would have bought the big lie if it was brokered between Gondor and the Elves, but history tore a huge rift between the Elvenkind and Men that ended with the elves destroying Numenor, the island of Men, after Men's treachery. Only the line of Isildur and the Rangers, having never broken faith, remain on friendly terms.
I mean, JUST because Galadriel took a fancy to a couple of blokes passing through on an admittedly dire quest? Then why not send a ton with Frodo to storm Mordor? Yeah, yeah, I know, secrecy Just not that weirdo who likes to surf shields and oliphant trunks. Again, the movie was great for all those battles and I loved being in the thick of the Ents like that.
The Shelob scene was brilliant. The book does the history so much better. Especially the Ents. And in most ways, the book's version is so much more meaningful. They never found them. Tho, I do wonder. Did any of those hasty Ents ever catch up with Tom? Ask him about his bubbling brook of a wife?
I wonder how she fits into all of this. And of course, Sam's brilliant meta-speech. I love them both. They're near-perfect companions. Except, of course, for the uninvited dinner guests at that damn battle. View all 5 comments. Every time Sam says " master! I totally forgot about the abrupt ending!!! I'm never prepared for that. I feel like Towers is a bridge book, but it sets the stage for Return brilliantly. View all 4 comments. This was the second part in one of the most-beloved series of every fantasy lover.
It just goes on to show us that there is hope even in the bleakest of moments. Our characters never lose their hope, they are endlessly brave and courageous.
There is war and action, it's a must-read. My final read of and it was a full five stars and a new favourite! I'm looking forward to completing this infamous trilogy but I'm putting it off as I seem to be unable to say goodbye to these beloved characters.
On my review for The Fellowship of the Ring I stated that my familiarity with the film acted as a barrier, in some areas, when it differed from these books it was based upon. However, it also helped me to bond with all the many elves and dwarves and hobbits, and it is now impossible My final read of and it was a full five stars and a new favourite!
However, it also helped me to bond with all the many elves and dwarves and hobbits, and it is now impossible to view them as anything other than the beloved actors who play them! View all 3 comments.
As this is my third reread of this book, so I'm not going to write a long-winded review, as I think I've said most of what needs to be said about this book in a previous review. This book is still as amazingly beautiful, as the first time I read it. The only thing I am certain of, is that Tolkien's works never tire in your mind, and they somehow become even better, each time you read them.
I just love this trilogy. And I basically did. This book was a big improvement for me compared to the first book.
What improved exactly? Well, frankly, I just enjoyed this book a whole lot more , and a lot of the things that majorly pissed me off in the first book the incessant pages of singing and lyrics, Tom Bombadill, lack of character personality, ect… were not nearly as present in this book.
In terms of the pacing, this just felt like a well rounded book, in comparison to book one. I never felt like the story was dragging, and that left me content for most of it. This book differs in that we really start to get into the meat of the story, told from two points of view with a smattering of Pippin and Merry thrown in.
There was a lot of development between the individual character relationships, some intense battle scenes, and plenty of things to keep you interested. We actually had a more interesting villain, too, because of the presence of Saruman. Just overall really enjoyed it. I feel like the majority of the POV was Tolkien just constantly reminding the reader of how exhausted they were, and how tiring the long walk to Mordor is, and how on-edge Frodo felt because of his responsibility. It got extremely tedious, very quickly.
So that was a little disappointing. Character Development: Once again, my enjoyment of this book was more or less split down the middle , because I love Gandalf, Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas. Tolkien does some excellent development, not only of the individual characters, but also of their relationships with each other.
Frodo, on the other hand, seriously needs a personality. The only thing that made his part of the story interesting was that we get to learn more about Gollum, who actually IS an interesting character. Even in movies, this is honestly what made a movie like The Dark Knight stand out in comparison to basically every other super hero movie ever made. Just considering that Tolkien literally has volumes and volumes of books detailing the histories of Middle Earth can illustrate how complex this is, and these books only scratch the surface.
Read this book if only to experience some excellent worldbuilding. In Conclusion: Two Towers -- Spoilers 68 Apr 04, The Two Towers by J. R Tolkien 5 stars 10 27 Jan 22, Readers also enjoyed.
About J. He was a close friend of C. Christopher Tolkien published a series of works based on his father's extensive notes and unpublished manuscripts, including The Silmarillion. These, together with The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings , form a connected body of tales, poems, fictional histories, invented languages, and literary essays about an imagined world called Arda, and Middle-earth within it.