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The Song That Was Sharper Than Sting

August 24, 2020 by Bethany J. Melton 12 Comments

Samwise had climbed too many stairs with Shagrat drooling on his heels. He’d blasted through Cirith Ungol’s gates with Galadriel’s light. He’d searched every black corner for Frodo, and now, his master was a tower trapdoor out of reach.

So Sam sang nursery rhymes into Mordor.

“He murmured old childish tunes out of the Shire, and snatches of Mr. Bilbo’s rhymes that came to mind like fleeting glimpses of the country of his home.”

Darkness had dogged the hobbits since they’d entered Mordor, but this was a blackness deeper than anything Sam Gamgee had known— like the waters of the coldest, farthest sea swallowing him. And here at “journey’s end” in “darkness buried deep,” Sam does something braver than anything.

He sings of home.

The gardener had killed orcs and maimed a spider, but this was a deadly blow to Mordor. Sam attacked the blackness by remembering the light.

Remember your word to your servant,
in which you have made me hope…
I remember your name in the night, O LORD,
and keep your law.
(Ps. 119:49, 55)

Sam couldn’t put a finger on why he did it. He was “moved by what thought in his heart he could not tell” to sing. Tolkien had a friend who’d felt that way.

C. S. “Jack” Lewis grew up in Belfast, where he first felt shivers of “what thought in his heart he could not tell”—an inconsolable ache for something he couldn’t explain. Twigs and flowers arranged to make a biscuit-tin garden worked the magic on him. He called it sehnsucht.

German seizes what English can’t, just as a song seized what Sam’s sword couldn’t— longing, desire, joy, hope.

Home.

And wasn’t it always Sam who put the thought of Bag End back in Frodo’s heart?

“Where there’s life there’s hope,” he told his master on Mordor’s road.

C. S. Lewis grew to describe his feeling as “Northerness,” a bit like Shasta the slave, who longed to go North all his life even though he’d never heard of Narnia. He couldn’t help but ache for it. Shasta’s longing exploded into adventure. Sam’s blossomed into song. The unexplainable sehnsucht makes us do things we can’t always explain.

I am a sojourner on the earth;
hide not your commandments from me!
My soul is consumed with longing
for your rules at all times.
(Ps. 119:19-20)

“His voice sounded thin and quavering in the cold dark tower: the voice of a forlorn and weary hobbit that no listening orc could possibly mistake for the clear song of an Elven-lord.”

The tune was simple, the voice thin, but Mordor’s blackest night couldn’t douse the song.

“In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe ‘tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.

“Though here at journey’s end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.”

Sam the hobbit, the Gaffer’s son, the gardener, wrote a poem and sang it into Sauron’s lair and let the truth of Home blast fiercer than Elven starlight. He stopped being a hero and remembered he was a hobbit. He wasn’t an Elven-lord with a bow or sword, but a Shireling with dirty feet and an ache to see his country once more.

Sam proves that the fiercest weapon against Mordor is hobbit-like hope— childlike faith—in a far, green country.

This is my comfort in my affliction,
that your promise gives me life…
When I think of your rules from of old,
I take comfort, O LORD.
(Ps. 119:50, 52)

In all Tolkien’s tales, the image that put tears on my face was the very last. Frodo’s Western passage left me restless on the shore with Sam, but then he returned to the Shire, walked up the Hill, and “there was… fire within; and the evening meal was ready, and he was expected.”

I journaled:

Sam and I are still on the shore, but not without glimpses of light—slits in the shadows through which that swift sunrise glistens. We aren’t Home, but we’re on the doorstep, and the light from within warms us.

Jack put better words to my longing:

“At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door. We discern the freshness and purity of the morning, but we cannot mingle with the splendours we see. But all the leaves of the New Testament are rustling with the rumor that it will not always be so. Someday, God willing, we shall get in”

C. S. Lewis

We can slash at the shadows with our sword, yes. But Sting isn’t our sharpest weapon. What deals death to Mordor is the song in our souls that the King will return.

And in the meantime—on the doorstep— we sing that light into Mordor.

Your statues have been my songs
in the house of my sojourning (Ps. 119:54).
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Bethany J. Melton writes from her brick home on Edgewood, where she takes walks and reads books and plants things. She’s in love with Jesus and waits restlessly for the day when she’ll breathe in "the wild winds" of her "native land" (from her treasured copy of Every Moment Holy).

Find more of Bethany’s words at bethanyjmelton.com
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Comments

  1. Barbara Harper says

    August 24, 2020 at 9:59 am

    Loved this! Few things stir up that longing for Home in me better than Lewis’s writings. I’ve read the first two LOTR books, but not the last one yet. I need to!

    Reply
    • bethany j. says

      August 24, 2020 at 11:24 am

      mm. yes, please read the third! for me, it was the mountaintop of all the feelings i felt in tolkien’s first two.

      thank you for reading!

      Reply
  2. Katrina says

    August 24, 2020 at 10:09 am

    Oh my goodness. I have tears streaming down my face. Thank you. Thank you for these words of hope.

    Reply
    • bethany j. says

      August 24, 2020 at 11:26 am

      oh, katrina. thank you and thank Jesus for Hope.

      Reply
  3. Sara Willoughby says

    August 24, 2020 at 11:35 am

    This is so beautiul Bethany! <3

    Reply
    • bethany j. says

      August 24, 2020 at 1:09 pm

      thank you!

      Reply
  4. Elisha Wood says

    August 24, 2020 at 11:43 am

    Thank you for this article, Bethany. It was a beautiful read.

    Reply
  5. Bethany Rose says

    August 24, 2020 at 11:44 am

    Thank you, dear Bethany. I needed this today.

    Reply
  6. Laurie says

    August 24, 2020 at 12:04 pm

    I love this so much. Sam’s loyalty, keeping hope alive, and his simple love of home make him my favorite LOTR character

    Reply
  7. Hannah Copeland says

    August 24, 2020 at 7:53 pm

    bethany! this brought tears to my eyes today! thank you for this beautiful reminder!

    Reply
  8. Jenny Chasteen says

    August 28, 2020 at 6:36 pm

    Bethany!! Thank you for reminding me of one of my favorite things about Return of the King and tying it in with Lewis and, especially, the Psalms! So beautiful. ❤️

    Reply
  9. Elaine Mazzo says

    August 31, 2020 at 10:41 pm

    If I could describe LOTR in one word, it would be HOPE. Thank you for putting this into words. It’s beautiful.

    Reply

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