The Fellowship Of The Rings

BOOK I

J.R.R Tolkien


As the story begins we find the lovable Bilbo Baggins having his going away

birthday party. He would leave his precious magic ring behind him and leave 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 has need of one from the

shire. The both discuss the workings and the history of the ring. And conclude that one

thing must be done. Frodo and his party must journey to the land of Mordor, where the

shadows lie. And destroy the ring by which 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 great blizzard 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 warrior by the name of Strider. He took

aim on their quest and was reluctant to aid in their 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 they be tempted to misuse the ring. But Frodo’s will held strong. Up

unto the climax 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 from his

party’s sight. "Take the ring off Frodo!", they yelled. But he was frozen in his steps.

Determind to get it they approached him. In a brave attempt to protect 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 wound in his side. He then somehow managed to mount

back on his horse and ride away across 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 shouted out, "By all the Shire you will have neither I nor the ring! Go back to

the land of Mordor and follow me no more!". Then by some magic the waters in the

stream gathered and seemed to come alive into huge horse-like wave. And it swallowed

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 when Frodo 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.


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