It’s honestly hard to remember my sad life before I read The Lord of the Rings.
But I do recall entreating a friend of mine not to tell me any spoilers, as I was about to start The Fellowship of the Ring. She started listing off Tolkien’s lovely names instead and gave me a whole string of them, adding, as if as an afterthought, “And Strider. You’ll like Strider.” I was rather annoyed at the time, as it gave away that this Strider person was good and likable–as I guess I just gave away for you, sorry–but it turned out to be quite the prophecy, as Aragorn has since grown to become my favorite character out of all the stories I’ve ever heard.
Right from the get-go, he’s been my favorite. Middle Earth is peopled with beautiful, amazing, relate-able heroes–there is stiff competition. But since before I even started reading The Two Towers, Aragorn has been my favorite.
And. . . (drum-roll please) today just so happens to be his birthday–March 1st. I was late posting for it last year, so I’m making up this month. I’m going to do a series of posts through March about why I love him.
I listed most of the reasons in last year’s post, but now I’ll be expounding on them a little more.
They will be over-thought and geeky–fair warning. But I think they’re the sort of thing I like to read, and perhaps someone else enjoys that sort of thing too. If not, I’ll have fun writing them. 😉
His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heart of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits. (177)
-“The Fellowship of the Ring”by J.R.R. Tolkien