I sat up late last night and have read the Gest as far as to where Beren and his gnomish allies defeat the patrol of
orcs above the sources of the Narog and disguise themselves in the reaf [Old English: 'garments, weapons, taken from the slain']. I can quite honestly say that it is
ages since I have had an evening of such delight: and the personal interest of reading a friend's work had very little to do with it. I should have enjoyed it hust as well as if I'd picked it up in a bookshop, by an unknown author. The two things that come out clearly are the sense of reality in the background and the mythical value:
the essence of a myth being that it should have no taint of allegory to the maker and yet should suggest incipient allegories to the reader,