Lord of the rings, besides Harry Potter, was one the very first epic tales to ever whisk me away to a place that was simply better then reality. And I don’t mean to say real life or reality is horrible… it’s just nice to have an escape.
Lord of the rings introduced me to my home, middle earth. And the Shire’s imagery was fresh and relaxing and the inhabitants were at peace and I found myself falling in love with them.
Wizards, Hobbits, Dragons, Elfs, Orcs… They are the very creatures and characters that have surrounded my entire life… and to have them lead me through the hero’s journey and through the forests and through the mountains… I couldn’t help but feel changed as a person.
I’ve read the books, the poems, the lores, and I’ve studied all the characters down to their very cores, and I still cannot describe the feeling each storyline provokes. Through greed, murder, friendship, and love; I know what Samwise meant about the darkness only being brief. I know what it means to make a mistake. I know the embodiment of adventure.
When I think of Lord of the rings, I dream of hot tea boiling on a low-set stove within a familiar, warm kitchen. I see the vast, green range of the Shire and a hobbit reading literature beneath a tree. I hear the soundtrack or think of Tolkien’s words (his world he created) and I think of rivers and Ringwriaths drowning, women sneaking into battle… Loyal friends sacrificing themselves. Fear and horrid images, masking itself with an eye that can only see through evil unto a land that seeks freedom.
I love this story because of the feeling it gives me. What the characters have taught me. I love it because it’s one of the great stories, the one that really matters, full of darkness… I love it because not all who wander are lost. And it’s a dangerous business going out your door… but the story that lies outside it will sweep you off to greatness.