The Fellowship Of The RingsBOOK IJ. R. R TolkienAs the story begins we find the lovable Bilbo Baggins having his goingaway birthday party. He would leave his precious magic ring behind him andleave for Alderaun.
17 years would pass and the ring remains under the safe-keep of Bilbo’s nephew, Frodo Baggins. Gandalf Stormcrow has returned and hasneed of one from the shire. The both discuss the workings and the history ofthe ring. And conclude that one thing must be done.
Frodo and his party mustjourney to the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie. And destroy the ring bywhich the very fires from which it was once forged. And so the quest begins, steered by Gandalf and Frodo’s party of Sam,Mary, and Pippin. Together they travel the winding roads and through a greatblizzard until nightfall.
Where warmth and comfort are found in a local tavern. The Hobbits were well to entertain and were taken notice by a man, a warriorby the name of Strider. He took aim on their quest and was reluctant to aid intheir cause. Gandalf had departed them to seek the wisdom of another wizard.
With Strider and the remaining party they traveled the broad expanse if terrain. Where they would befriend new adventurers along the way. Many a time would theybe tempted to misuse the ring. But Frodo’s will held strong. Up unto theclimax of events, when the ring raids came to take what once belonged to them. In a moment of weakness, Frodo placed the ring on his finger.
He vanished fromhis party’s sight. “Take the ring off Frodo!”, they yelled. But he was frozenin his steps. Determind to get it they approached him. In a brave attempt toprotect the ring, Frodo ran up to them, held the sting high in the air,attempting to strike one of them. But he failed.
And instead he took a woundin his side. He then somehow managed to mount back on his horse and ride awayacross a shallow stream. All that separated them now was the stream. “The ring,the ring. .
“, carried through the crowd of riders. Frodo was weary, he shoutedout, “By all the Shire you will have neither I nor the ring! Go back to theland of Mordor and follow me no more!”. Then by some magic the waters in thestream gathered and seemed to come alive into huge horse-like wave. And itswallowed the riders as they attempted to cross. Washing them away down river. He had beaten them this time.
But their tortured souls would find new hosts,new bodies. And would come again in greater numbers. All was silent, and whenFrodo regained all consciousness he found himself in a warm, well-rested bed. Uncle Bilbo at his side. And thus the story continues, in BOOK II.
