We are hobbits in a
land of dragons.
(Properly, I suppose, we should say, “in the land of THE
dragon,” but since Satan has innumerable minions doing his bidding, we would
not be out of line to assume they are of similar character.)
It’s impossible to
know precisely how much of J.R.R. Tolkien’s Middle Earth was intended to
allegorize the Christian experience, and in the end the answer is unimportant.
Tolkien’s faith, like that of any believing writer, informed both the plot of his
epic fantasy and his imaginary characters, intentionally or otherwise. At least
in part he wrote what he knew, and it seems to me that one of the things he
knew best was salt-of-the-earth, slightly out-of-touch, decent, ordinary men
and women going about their business without ruffling a lot of feathers.
Not that there’s
anything wrong with that.