The Life of
J.R.R. Tolkien
J.R.R. Tolkien is one of the best loved
authors for kids and adults alike. He was born
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien, on the 3rd of January 1892 in South Africa. His parents were Arthur Reuel
Tolkien and Mabel Tolkien née Suffield.
In 1895, when he was three, John traveled with his mother and younger brother Hilary Authur Reuel Tolkien to England for a family visit. Before he could join them however, Tolkien’s father died in South Africa of rheumatic fever. The family had no income, so they went to live with Mabel’s parents in King’s Heath, Birmingham.
When Ronald, as he was known, turned four, his mother taught him Latin and reading, as well as writing, which he seemed to have a liking and affinity for. He also enjoyed reading, and liked stories about native Americans, and the fantasy works by George MacDonald. Another big influence in his
reading and writing was the fairy
books of Andrew Lang, though he disliked Treasure Island and the Pied Piper.
When Ronald was 12 years old, his mother died of acute diabetes, living to the maximum age she could live without treatment. Just before her death, she entrusted guardianship of her two sons to close friend Father Francis Xavier Morgan. After his mother’s death, Tolkien moved to Edgbaston, Birmingham.
When he was old enough, Ronald attended King Edward’s School, and later on St. Philip's school. In 1903, he won a Foundation Scholarship to return to King Edward’s. While he was a student there, Tolkien was a cadet with the Student’s Officers Training Corps.
In his teens, Tolkien created several
languages, both by himself and with others. He worked with two of his cousins, and they created Animalic, a simple language. They quickly lost interest, but sometime later, two of them (Tolkien included) created Nevbosh, a more complex language. Later on, Ronald created Esperanto, and wrote the 16 page Book of Foxrook, written in Esperanto.
In October 1911, Tolkien studied at Exeter university, Oxford, taking a degree in English language and literature.
When Tolkien was 16, he met Edith Mary Bratt, who would inspire his fictional character
Luthien Tinuviel. He and his brother soon moved into the boarding house where she stayed. A friend once said ‘Edith and Ronald took to frequenting Birmingham teashops, especially one which had a balcony overlooking the pavement. There they would sit and throw sugarlumps into the hats of passers-by, moving to the next table when the sugar bowl was empty. ... With two people of their personalities and in their position, romance was bound to flourish. Both were orphans in need of affection, and they found that they could give it to each other. During the summer of 1909, they decided that they were in love’. Father Morgan disapproved of their relationship, and deemed it ‘altogether unfortunate’ that they had met. He forbid Tolkien to see or contact Edith till he was 21, and he only disobeyed on one occasion. In a letter to his son he wrote ‘I had to choose between disobeying and grieving (or deceiving) a guardian who had been a father to me, more than most fathers ... and "dropping" the love-affair until I was 21. I don't regret my decision, though it was very hard on my lover. But it was not my fault. She was completely free and under no vow to me, and I should have had no just complaint (except according to the unreal romantic code) if she had got married to someone else. For very nearly three years I did not see or write to my lover. It was extremely hard, especially at first. The effects were not wholly good: I fell back into folly and slackness and misspent a good deal of my first year at college.’. On the evening of his 21st birthday, Tolkien wrote to Edith and proposed. She wrote back that she was already engaged, because she felt he did not love her anymore. He met her at the train station on the same day, and had a walk with her. At the end of it, Edith said yes. They were officially engaged in January 1913, and married at the St. Mary Immaculate Roman Catholic Church on the 22nd of March 1916.
In August, 1914, Tolkien’s family were shocked that he did not enscript to the first world war willingly. He delayed his enlistment until he had completed his degree. He was commissioned as a temporary second lieutenant in the Lancashire Fusiliers on the 15th of July 1915. He trained with the 13th Reserve Battalion for 11 months. In one letter to Edith, he complained that ‘Gentlemen are rare among the superiors, and even human beings rare indeed’. On the 2nd of June 1916 he was summoned for a posting in France. Later on, in a letter to his son, he wrote ‘Junior officers were being killed off, a dozen a minute. Parting from my wife then ... it was like a death’. On the 5th of June he boarded an overnight voyage to Calais. On the 7th he was told that he had been assigned as a signals officer to the 11th Service Battalion. Tolkien was sent to the British Expeditionary Force’s base at Étaples. While waiting at the base, he was extremely bored and decided to write a poem: The Lonely Isles. It was about the feeling he had going to Calais. The first verse went:
O glimmering island set sea-girdled and alone -
A gleam of white rock through a sunny haze ;
O all ye hoary caverns ringing with the moan
Of long green waters in the southern bays ;
Ye murmurous never-ceasing voices of the tide ;
Ye plumèd foams wherein the shore and
spirits ride ;
Ye white
birds flying from the whispering coast
And wailing conclaves of the silver shore,
Sea-voiced, sea-wingèd, lamentable host
Who cry about unharboured beaches evermore,
Who sadly whistling skim these waters grey
And wheel about my lonely outward way -
While at war, Tolkien created a dot code to evade the British Army’s postal censorship, so that he could tell Edith where he was and what was happening. On the 27th of June, he left Étaples to join his battalion at Rubempré, and arrived at Somme in early July, 1916. While there, Tolkien played a part in the assaults on the Schwaben Redoubt and the Leipzig Salient. On the 27th of October 1916, his battalion attacked the Regina Trench. During the attack, Tolkien came down with trench fever, a disease carried by lice. He was invalided to England in November. While recovering in a cottage in Staffordshire, he began to work on the Book of Lost
Tales, an attempt to create a mythology for England, something he would never finish. At this time Edith had their first child, John Francis Reuel Tolkien.
While he was stationed at Kingston upon Hull, Tolkien and Edith went walking in the woods at nearby Roos, and Edith began to dance for him amongst some flowering hemlock. After her death, he recalled ‘I never called Edith
Luthien—but she was the source of the story that in time became the chief part of
the Silmarillion. It was first conceived in a small woodland glade filled with hemlocks at Roos in Yorkshire (where I was for a brief time in command of an outpost of the Humber Garrison in 1917, and she was able to live with me for a while). In those days her hair was raven, her skin clear, her eyes brighter than you have seen them, and she could sing—and dance. But the story has gone crooked, & I am left, and I cannot plead before the inexorable
Mandos’.