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So last night I managed to read several chapters of the Fellowship of the Ring. And, as I suspected the arrival of Strider means that the story is picking up. It’s like the first half of the book is Tolkein’s travel log through the Shire. Then he kind of realized that no one would keep reading unless something actually happened.
So Frodo and Strider get to talking in the Prancing Pony, and the Ranger (that would be Strider) tears strips of Frodo for calling attention to himself and using the ring. Frodo also finds out that Gandalf wrote him a letter, which was supposed to have been forwarded to him before he left the Shire. Apparently the innkeeper, Barliman Butterbur, forgot about the letter.
Not this kind of prancing pony.
So, Strider decides that it is not safe for the Backshire Boys to sleep in their own beds, and that turns out to be good advice as overnight not only is Frodo’s home attacked, but so are the hobbit’s rooms. Tolkein states it was the Black Riders, but from them to co-ordinate that kind of attack reuires either telepathy or a really good roaming plan. I think it was more likely the fans.
FRODO!!! FRODO!!! OMG, HE LOOKED AT ME!!! FRODO LOOKED AT ME!!!!
So, Strider invites himself on the tour. This is like Bruce Springsteen inviting himself along. Way better singer, can kick your ass and keeps the mom demographic happy. Unfortunately all of the ponies and horses at the inn have disappeared in the night, so the tour is forced to continue on foot. There is a crowd of admirers as they leave and some apple throwing for revenge. But at least there’s action!
Bieber would not have put up with this.
On the trail, the group hurries to meet up with Gandalf. And they are attacked by the Black Riders again. Frodo, who is the dumb one of the quartet, puts the ring on again. Even though Gandalf has told him not to, both in person and in writing. Bad things happen, and Frodo comes too to find that his bandmates have been worried about him. Probably because they know Fatty Bolger would not have attracted the chicks to the same extent.
No sex appeal whatsoever. Will, however, look charming in your garden.
Sam is also suspicious of Strider. Most likely because he knows the moms will waste their money on his t-shirts. Strider does his best to reassure them, but Sam remains sullen and suspicious.
Hello ladies!
So that’s where I ended off. Notice, I covered about two chapters in one post. Tolkien would have been hard pressed to do the same. Until next time, Internetians!