Probably the oddest interpretation of The Lord of the Rings I’ve happened across. Not that I’m saying it’s wrong (and perhaps it explains some of Christopher Tolkien’s cranky possessiveness about the his father’s work). Hell, I’ve heard weirder theories about other literature proposed with a much straighter face.
By the way, halfway through The Return of the King I figured out that the entire Lord of the Rings saga is an allegory for pregnancy.
Seriously, check it out. You got your Frodo and your Sam, trudging to the Crack of Doom, right? And that’s about as apt a description for pregnancy as you’re likely to find: nine months of trudging to Mordor.