In an early Prancing Pony Ponderings essay, I made brief mention of the following passage in The Hobbit …
‘Hmmm! it smells like elves!’ thought Bilbo, and he looked up at the stars. They were burning bright and blue.
(The Hobbit, p. 45)
… and quickly skipped past the questionable implications of “elf-smell.” And they are indeed questionable, in a way I felt completely unprepared to address back in October, when the Prancing Pony Ponderings segment of our website was still so new. It seemed too absurd, too indulgent, to tackle the question all those months ago when I was a younger, less wise man.
Oh, how times have changed. Continue reading