Frodo Baggins had finished packing his bag – a journey fraught with hardships lies ahead. The road to Mordor is a rocky one, concealing many traps, dim nights, and dark creatures. But be it as it may, he shall destroy that damned ring once and for all.
He buckled the sword’s sheath, carried the pack on his back, and said goodbye to his little brother Gollum.
“Take me with you in your backpack,” said little Gollum.
Frodo laughed, and promised Gollum that as soon as he returns, they’ll play hide-and-seek, just like in the days prior to the ring.
“Why do you want to throw away the ring anyway? Give it to me. I wish I had a ring,” said little Gollum.
Little children are not allowed to wear a ring. Thank God, thought Frodo.
Accompanied by his faithful caddie, Sam Gamgee, Frodo set out to the journey.
The villagers had all gathered to praise him for his courage. They waved goodbye with the rings shining on their fingers, but secretly thought: no one had ever given up on the ring, not in our village nor in the neighboring ones. They wondered whether they’ll see Frodo Baggins ever again. The sun shined at the center of the bright blue sky, and lit the path that’s winding between the mighty basalt rocks. The path entailed many crossroads, but Frodo was not concerned. As long as he has the ring, he’ll always know where to go. He wore it, and its light dazzled him. “How do you keep from getting lost without a ring?” asked Frodo, not taking his eyes off the glistening jewel. Caddies, like little children, are not allowed to wear a ring. Sam pondered upon the question for a moment or two.
“Our village is small, Master Frodo, I do not leave it often. And when I do, well, at times I assist the guidance of other hobbits, at times that of the starts…
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