—"A Journey in the Dark" (FotR.325)
Much of the power of Tolkien's narrative comes from his ability to create the illusion of depth by means of lacunae—such as the mysterious cats of Queen Berúthiel, to which Aragorn makes allusion in the brooding darkness of Moria. As we wait with the Fellowship in that darkness, our thoughts linger on this cryptic remark. We begin to ponder who this Berúthiel might be, and in our mind's eye we imagine her world unfolding before us and around us like some unfathomable abyss of time and space. We are tempted to step into that world, and to look upon that abyss with eyes of the blind night. We prepare ourselves for a journey. . . in the dark. IntroductionLoath were the hills to me, I was not long in them
Nights only nine;
To me the wailing of wolves seemed ill,
After the song of swans.
Then Skadi sang this:Sleep could I never on the sea-beds,
For the wailing of waterfowl;
He wakens me, who comes from the deep—
The sea-mew every morn.
Snorri Sturluson: The Prose Edda (Arthur Gilchrist Brodeur, trans.) New York: The American-Scandinavian Foundation, 1916: 37.