6) After Middle Earth: Detour to Darkness

Freesia barely had time to take a breath when the cold hand fell violently from her shoulder followed by the horrible sound of death. She turned quickly to see a Scar lying dead on the path. Eoborn had skewered it. Before she could release her breath, she saw that the Scar was not alone.

Several other Scars were running from toward them in the distance. They were surrounded.

Freesia didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t sure if she felt safe with Eoborn or not. He did save her life, but who knows his motivations? None of that would matter if they died now.

The fear and pain of never being able to return home was too much to bear. Freesia began to weep. There was nothing else she could think to do to save herself.

From beside her, Freesia felt Eoborn rush toward her. His strong arms wrapped around her small body and hefted her up onto his shoulder. With one arm holding her and the other swinging his sword, Eoborn fought his way through the surrounding Scars. Suddenly, Freesia wasn’t afraid, she knew that Eoborn was good, and he would save both of them. From the awkward angle she was at, she could see his brave, pained face. He looked honorable. Kingly.

The Scars gave them no choice but to run east. Freesia wanted to protest, but twisting around to see the pursuing Scars told her there was no way to reach the Shire. It scared Freesia to see so many dark creatures on the lands of Hobbiton. How was this possible?

They made it into the Maggot fields. Freesia hoped the tall crops would hide them and they might be able to slip away. The rustling of plants and horrible grunts of the Scars was driving Freesia mad. Strangely, amidst the horrible noises, another sound faded into the mix. More sounds. Dogs? Shouting.

Freesia tried to look around and see what was going on, when a small figure stumbled right into Eoborn. Because of the awkwardness of the little hobbit on his shoulder, Eoborn stumbled and lost his grip on her. Freesia fell to the ground, the air unable to keep hold in her lungs. The fear and oxygen deprivation was too much for Freesia to bear, she could no longer keep hold on reality and slipped into darkness.

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5) After Middle Earth: Outside

After Freesia had a fair night’s rest in her Hobbit sized room, she wondered if she should trust Eoborn. For a long while she considered running off back to the Shire, hoping Eoborn would just leave, but she knew she couldn’t. Eoborn was already planning on going to the Shire, there’s nothing should could do to stop that. Leaving now would just bring him right back to her in her own home.

She decided she would have to travel with him, at least back to the Shire. Then she could just tell him she would stay and he could find someone who would like to go with him.

Freesia went to the lobby to wait for Eoborn. She sat at the counter and asked the innkeeper if he knew anything about Eoborn, just like Frodo had asked Butterbur about Aragorn. The innkeeper couldn’t seem to remember the man coming into his inn at all.

That was almost enough to convince her to run off before he came back.

She could go to Rivendell; but if there aren’t any elves, who knows if it’s safe or not. She could go find Tom Bombadil. Certainly he would help her, if he is still on Middle Earth that is.

Before Freesia could make any decisions, Eoborn tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to jump.

“Are you prepared for departure?” he asked her. She couldn’t bring herself to speak for a moment.

“Of course,” she said nervously, “shall we be on our way?”

“Alright, let us head out.”

The dwarf gate keeper was reluctant to let them out. It seemed as though he did not trust Eoborn any more than Freesia did. A full grown man with a hobbit child? It seemed unthinkable that she would be traveling with him of her own accord.

As they exited the town, Freesia looked to the sky and noticed the clouds that loomed in the distance. It was impossible to find the sun. It didn’t feel right.

The journey to the Shire seemed much longer when Freesia didn’t feel like she had to run for her life. How far, exactly, had she gone?

The sky seemed to darken, covering any sign of day light. Freesia felt uneasy. What was it about the overcast sky that made her feel so scared? The lack of sun light caused the path under the trees to seem eerie and frightening. As they passed the area where Freesia had seen the Scar, she panicked and tripped on a root.

The sudden shock of the trip caused her to hyperventilate and it took her a moment to regain her wits. The reminder of the terrifying creature caused her to be at constant attention. There could be any of those creatures in the trees, but they hated day time. The sun made them burn up.

The sun.

They were in danger. The sun was hiding far behind the clouds, causing a perfect cover for any tortured creature. Suddenly the presence of the stranger she was following became the least of her worries. It even made her feel slightly better about the ominous road to have someone who may be able to protect her. But it also scared her a bit not knowing if he would be willing to protect her if it came to that.

Every rustle of a leaf or break of a twig made Freesia flinch. The closer to the border of the Shire they got, the safer she felt. She could even smell the crops of the Maggot farm. Farmer Maggot, the hobbit who helped Frodo and Sam on their travels, had created the farm. He planted and nourished the land until it became what is was now. Now his descendants took care of it.

Just before they reached the edge of the farm, a cold hand touched Freesia’s shoulder. It was too late.

4) After Middle Earth: Pegrioc

Eoborn stared at Freesia, confused, who was looking quite terrified. “You alright?” he asked her.

“I…uh…who do you have in mind to go with you?” she asked, worrying he might say her.

“Well, I was actually under the impression that I should ask you to come with me.” Oh dear! Her worries had come true. She struggled to come up with an answer when he spoke again. “I feel that your knowledge of Middle Earth history would be quite useful and wise to have with me. I realize it sounds quite terrifying, but all I need from you is your mind.”

My mind? she thought, I’m just a girl! How can I bring anything to his journey that he can’t get from a man? I only just came of age a decade ago. Forty-four years is not very old in hobbit years. 

“I’m unsure. My family is back in the Shire, I don’t know how they would feel about this. I should really run it by them first.” Freesia looked down at her feet.

“Aren’t you quite old enough to make your own decisions?” he asked her.

“Well, somewhat. I am only forty-four and I am a girl.” she thought her answer was quite understandable, but his answer surprised her.

“Forty-four is perfectly old enough to go out on your own!” he said as if he was surprised at her answer, “I myself am only fifty. That is young for an elf-Dunedain hybrid.” he smiled.

Fifty? That is how old Frodo was. But I am still a girl. Girls don’t adventure, they stay home and take care of the family. Eowyn is the only exception. 

“Well, I don’t know why you would want a girl to come with you, but I suppose I could join you if that is what you really want.” she said, still hesitant to get into an adventure she had no way of knowing she would survive. She didn’t even know what exactly they would do to get the throne back.

“Great! Now, obviously we can’t take back Gondor just the two of us. I don’t suppose you know of any other hobbits that would like to join us? Maybe we can find a dwarf to join us.” Freesia could only think of one person that would like to join them.

Pegrioc.

Pegrioc was a descendant to Merriadoc “Merry” Brandybuck, a distant relative to Freesia. Peregrin “Pippin” Took had a son who married Sam’s daughter. Merry and Pippin were distant cousins. Thus making Freesia and Pegrioc distant relatives, which isn’t very strange, almost all hobbits are distant relatives.

Pegrioc was very much like Pippin. Reckless, unintelligent, sarcastic and hilarious. It was quite attractive in Freesia’s eyes, though she couldn’t admit it to anyone but her inner thoughts.

“I do know of one hobbit that would enjoy the journey, but I’m not quite certain how beneficial to the purpose of this adventure.” Freesia told Eoborn.

“Well, more is always better. I couldn’t care if he was just there for the sake of the credit, having more people along with us will make the journey bearable. I am certain we will find others who would love to join us.”

Freesia wasn’t sure if she wanted to be excited or terrified. She had always dreamed of going along on Frodo’s adventure, but now that she had the opportunity, she couldn’t decide.

Well, for now they just needed to worry about inviting Pegrioc along without the Scars deciding to join them first.

In that moment, Freesia suddenly realized something inconsistent about Eoborn’s story. Orcrist was supposed to be buried with Thorin. Only a sick villain would dig up the king of Erebor for the sake of getting his sword.

What was she getting herself into?!

Top Hobbit Moments

Well, you heard the top moments from the Lord of the Rings, now it’s time for the top moments from the Hobbit! As we all well know, the Hobbit movies weren’t up to their potential, but that does not mean they weren’t good movies.

For those who are strange and have not yet seen the movies or read the book, there are some spoilers ahead.

10:  Thorin’s farewell

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Yet another moment made great thanks to brilliant acting. Martin Freeman did absolutely FANTASTIC with his acting as Thorin is dying. Straight away we see his denial of the situation. He tries desperately to save him, reassuring him that he will live because the eagles have come to save them. He had gone far past hope and was now just in denial. This is acting!

9: Bilbo encounters Smaug

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Everyone has got to love when Smaug has his conversation with Bilbo. Almost word for word from the book! Benedict Cumberbatch’s voice was so brilliantly used to create the voice of the dragon. Everyone loves a good dragon, as it was once said, “it’s simply not an adventure worth telling if there aren’t any dragons.”

Fun Fact: Benedict Cumberbatch memorized the entire dialogue of Smaug from the book and voice acted it through twice, whilst wearing the motion capture suit and crawling around like a lizard (Komodo dragon specifically).

8: Thunder battle

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I love this scene because of how cool and intense it looks. It is cool to see what rock giants might look like, thinking of them as if they are actual beings, not just people made of rock. The CGI at this part is one of the only parts that was done well with the animation (the other stuff did not need to be animated).

7: That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates

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This song was a commodity that I just thought was necessary. I love to see things added word for word from the book. This song was also up beat and entertaining to follow. I especially love when Bofur is bumping around dishes with his elbow as he is playing his flute. Tolkien had so many songs, it’s obvious he loved music, so it is essential that that is portrayed in his book’s movie adaptation.

6: Misty Mountains song

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Another song that was necessary. I love love love this song! All the deep voices of these men put together with perfect wording and feeling. This is a song that gets the listener to think about the words, and if you don’t at the beginning, when you look back at it afterward, it is pretty much a summary of their journey to be.

5: Thorin’s Dragon sickness

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Of all the things that Tolkien wanted to portray with his stories, this is one of the most important. Tolkien was all about symbolism, and with Thorin’s dragon sickness, which we see more clearly with the Balrog in Moria, he was trying to show what greed and temptation does to a person. When Thorin says the exact same thing Smaug said, with Smaug’s voice at the same time, it is super cool. It is interesting to see how all that treasure corrupted even the most noble of dwarves.

4: Bilbo comes back

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The scene right after the goblin tunnels, when Thorin thinks Bilbo left, is a great scene. I love Bilbo’s little speech about how he does miss his old life and how he realizes that he doesn’t fit in, but what matters is that he is willing to fight with them to win back their home, where they fit in. It is cool to see that even though Bilbo is small and somewhat wimpy, he has the courage to do the right thing and help other.

3: Gollum

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I almost would leave this section saying, “nuff said,” but it deserves more than that. I love Gollum. Especially thanks to Andy freaking amazing Serkis. His work with Gollum is just pure talent. Everyone loves the scene with Gollum and his riddles. To hear so many done word for word as well was great.

2: Thorin’s acceptance 

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I know I’m not alone when I say I was so angry at Thorin when he gets up after being saved by eagles and starts talking to Bilbo. We were all almost certain he was legitimately angry at Bilbo for his act of courage. I was almost in tears when Thorin admits he was wrong and gives Bilbo a hug. I was so happy. You could see they had formed a friendship that would last longer than their life times. To admit your fault, especially as a king, takes a huge amount of courage.

And to go right along with this is when Bilbo saves Thorin’s life. You just want to jump out of your seat and cheer him on. I was so happy when this happened. Such a small guy taking on a huge, purely evil orc. Amazing!

1: Bard’s encounter with Smaug

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I have to say this was my all time favorite scene. The acting in this scene was perfect! When Bard’s bow breaks, and his son had just come to give him the black arrow, and Bard has to balance the arrow on Bain’s shoulder! Bain’s acting was so perfect! The fear that you could almost feel through his acting as he can hear a huge, deadly dragon coming right toward him. And Bard, you can see how much he loves his son and cares for him. And looking at his son right in front of him as he is preparing to kill the dragon makes you realize that he knows exactly who he is doing this for, he is staring right at the reason!

This was the scene that made me love Bard and Bain! I just love them! They became my favorite characters through one short scene. Their acting was just amazing!

No matter what anyone says, these movies were good. They weren’t 100% accurate, but we already should know that it’s impossible for that to happen. The actors that were chosen provided for an amazing trilogy thanks to their wonderful acting talents. Don’t let the negative critics get you down, these movies are so great!

3) After Middle Earth: Orcrist

Freesia began to panic, thinking about the orcish man she had seen. She knew from Frodo’s story what it meant when a sword glowed blue. But Sting is still in the possession of the Shire. The only other swords she knew of that could glow were Orcrist and Glamdring. Glamdring was Gandalf’s sword and Orcrist was Thorin Oakenshield’s.

Who was this man and whose sword does he have?

The man noticed Freesia looking at him and immediately jumped up. Freesia worried that he had seen the look of recognition on her face and would come after her. He began to walk, she couldn’t see where he was going because he slipped into the crowd. She started to walk back to the innkeeper, hoping she would be able to go to her room before the man caught her.

She was only half way there when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped. Turning around, she saw that it was the man. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her along with him toward a back hallway.

Once they were out of earshot to the lobby, the man lifted off his hood. This was far too much like Frodo’s story to be a coincidence. The man’s hair was very unusual. It was cut very short, so short Freesia wasn’t sure how he got it that way. It was no wonder he wore a hood. Freesia noticed that there was just the slightest point in the man’s ears. Not enough to be anything but a man, but men don’t have ears like that.

“Who are you?” they both asked simultaneously.

Freesia spoke first, “What do you mean ‘who am I,’ you are the one who dragged me back here. I’m just a simple hobbit that is stopping by for the night.” The man was surprised at her aggressiveness.

“Well, how ’bout you tell me how you recognized my blade?” he said. Freesia wasn’t sure how to answer. So she just went ahead and told the truth.

“I read about it. My ancestor, Samwise Gamgee had a book that was written by Frodo and Bilbo Baggins about their adventures. Bilbo saw that blade, although I’m not sure which one it is.”

“Orcrist.” he said almost automatically.

“How do you have it?” Freesia asked.

“I do believe that is not your business.” he said.

do believe that my recognition of the blade is not yours.” she retorted.

“Very well. If you must know it came to me by my ancestor’s good friend. It was given to him by his relative, Dain Ironfoot, who inherited it from Thorin Oakenshield.” Freesia became excited about the matter. This, too, was suspected by the man.

“Oh dear, how delightful! I had always wanted to see the relics of the stories for my own eyes! Would you mind if I had a look at it?” she said.

The man was slightly taken aback. Nonetheless, he unsheathed the blade and let Freesia have a look.

“Oh wow! It is just as Old Bilbo had described! Oh how I wish I could have met the old hobbit, he passed Old Took, you know, who had once been the hobbit that lived longer than any other. Of course, he did have the ring that made him live longer and he–”

“Ring? What ring?” he asked.

“Oh, you must know the tale of how Frodo Baggins destroyed the One Ring to rule them all!” she said.

“Yes, of course I do. But you must tell me about this old Bilbo. I had heard the tale of the ring’s destruction, but how did this hobbit fellow come by it?”

Surely he couldn’t be serious! She had thought.

“Well! Bilbo Baggins found the ring while trapped in the goblin kingdom in the Misty Mountains! While down there, an odd little creature called Gollum threatened to eat the poor hobbit. They had a game of riddles, and thanks to that little trinket, or so he had called it at the time, Bilbo won the riddle game. Gollum did not like this, however, and he betrayed their deal, which was for Gollum to lead Bilbo out of the caves. When he ran off, he tripped and the ring slipped onto his finger, causing him to disappear! And that is how Old Gandalf discovered that the “trinket” was actually the One Ring of power!”

“You are quite smart for a small thing, aren’t you?” he said.

“Pardon me, but I take offense to that!” she said. Again the man looked taken aback. “Wait a moment, if that blade is glowing, that should mean an orc is nearby!” Freesia exclaimed. “But all the orcs were destroyed. How can that be glowing?”

“Have you not heard? If you have not heard, surely you have seen the creatures that have been wandering about.” he said.

“Of course!” Freesia said, “What was that awful thing? It chased me all the way here to Bree! I had been worried Bree was no longer a hospitable place.”

“Those are not orcs. They are Scars.”

“Yes, I have heard the term.”

“Scars are like orcs in only one way. They were tortured to become what they are now. Only, they weren’t once elves, they were once men. That is why I am here. If men are being tortured, then that means there is an evil on this earth that is creating monsters of my people. Or my ancestor’s people I should say.”

“You keep going on about your ancestors. Who are they?” Freesia asked.

“Well, my name is Eoborn. My ancestor is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is why my ears are pointed slightly. He did marry an elf, after all.”

“Oh! That is marvelous! To think that I would ever meet a descendant of the great king Aragorn! And that you are related to Elrond as well! It must be a lovely title to have!”

“It would seem so. However, I fear there is evil in the heart of Gondor. Had things gone rightly, I would have been king of Gondor. But seeing as I am part elf, the people of Gondor suddenly decided to make a purely man royal line. They didn’t want any elf mixed in. I don’t see how this is a problem, seeing as I hold the last bit of elf to ever walk the earth. I don’t see how I could have been a threat to the royal line.”

“How terrible!” Freesia said, “That does indeed sound as though someone is desperately grasping for the throne. Perhaps you are right about there being evil there. Only a man hungry for power would be so desperate to do such a thing.”

“That gives me a great deal of reassurance to know I am not the only one to think so. Even if you are just a little hobbit girl.” Freesia raised an eyebrow at him, who smiled ever so slightly.

“If this is the problem, why are you here? You said that that is what led you here.” Freesia asked.

“It’s funny you, of all people to run in to, mention this. I too had read about the story of Frodo Baggins and discovered how Frodo had come to be part of the story. Gandalf, the wisest wizard that walked middle earth, had said something about the strength of those with the smallest stature. I thought that perhaps, in order to claim my throne, I would need someone of a sort like that. So I came here, on my way to the Shire, to find someone to share in my adventure.”

Freesia’s eyes widened with surprise. An adventure? Please do not ask me to come!

2) After Middle Earth: Bree

Far ahead, Freesia could see a gate. It was quite large and looked to be beat up and rebuilt several times. The door on the gate was shut. Her legs were almost giving in. She couldn’t bear the thought of stopping at the door with the creature behind her still running. Chasing. There was no where else she could go.

Freesia might as well have barreled right into a wall; she threw her body against the door, afraid of what might happen if she slowed even a little. She pounded a few times, but the body slam did just as well. A small piece of wood on the door slid open, it was too high up for her to be seen, she started screaming for them to let her in.

Luckily, the doorman didn’t waste time checking the lower opening that was used for hobbits. Freesia could only hope that whoever was on the other side of the door grasped the situation and would let her in on assumption that it was in fact a hobbit. There was no doubt that whoever it was could see the creature not far behind her.

The door cracked open and Freesia pushed through as quickly as her little legs would let her. The door closed far quicker than it had opened. She let out a sigh of relief, hoping it wasn’t too soon to relax. Looking around the town, Freesia could see that things were not quite functional. Everyone was doing something, but they weren’t happy about it.

Some were building up stronger fences. Some were reinforcing houses. One was standing right in front of Freesia, checking to make sure she wasn’t an enemy.

The doorman looked to be not quite tall enough to be a man, but not quite short enough to be a hobbit or a dwarf. Freesia could only assume it was a dwarf based on old Frodo’s story. The dwarf was looking Freesia in the eye, trying to decide what to do with her. There was no way she could go back, at least not right now.

The only thing Freesia could think to do was ask questions.

“What was that thing?” she asked him. He stared at her in silence for another moment. It didn’t look as though he was going to say anything. As he began to talk, his beard shook up and down, with no sign of his mouth underneath the hair.

“That was a Scar.” he said, “I ain’t seen none like you ’round these parts. What are ye, a dwarf child?” Freesia was taken aback at the dwarf’s manner.

“I’m a hobbit.” was all she could say at first. She was anxious at the feeling of all the unfamiliarity around her. Living in the Shire, she had never seen any folk except hobbits. All other folk seemed like simply legend. Elves and wizards left middle earth long ago. Men and dwarves kept to themselves in their own lands.

Bree had been a crossroad for all sorts of folk. Men, dwarves, hobbits. All sorts of strangers stopped by to stay the night on their journeys. And that was just it, no one went on journeys any more. Everyone grew to keep to themselves and care nothing of what is going on around them.

“A hobbit, eh?” the dwarf said, “I heard of ye, little folk with no chance at survival out here in the world. Never did un’erstan’ what kep’ ye little people alive in that little ol’ town o’ yers. If ye ask me, the shire is t’ be jus’ one big trap. Ain’t gon’ be long before Scars make ther’ way into yer town an’ start feedin’ of ye. Here in Bree, we’s got the best protection system in all o’ new middle earth.” He rambled on about Bree and its greatness as Freesia thought about what he had said about the Shire being in danger.

Freesia interrupted. “What is going on in the world?” she asked him.

“Why, one can’t be sure. I’s only seen what’s goin’ on in here Bree, but some often folk’ll find themselves in here, tellin’ tales about ther’ poor little towns an’ they espect me to go on an’ help ’em with whatever little favors they’s seekin’. Ain’t hardly seen a man around in ages. Some’s sayin’ that all’s the men all turned into those Scar beasties. It’s quite a fright t’ think that all men is those flesh eatin’ monsters.”

“What turned them into that?” Freesia asked. It scared her to think that that many men had become those things.

“I reckon somethin’ awful happened to ’em t’ make ’em that way. Folks sometimes sayin’ it ain’t possible to live in peace wit’ out no evil. They says that when the elves lef’, they thought they brought the bad wif ’em, but bad can’t jus’ leave. There’s gotta be bad in the world t’ keep the balance.”

Freesia wasn’t quite sure why the dwarf was telling her all this. She’s just a small, insignificant hobbit with no reason to want to know the affairs of the world. What could one hobbit do to stop a race of monsters? Not even Frodo or Bilbo had been alone in their adventures, and no one would ever want to join Freesia on such a terrifying, deadly, and pointless quest.

“You’s best find a nice place to sleep, yer not goin’ t’ wanna leave here Bree ’til the night is gone an’ the sun’s come up. Scars can’t be in the sunlight.” Freesia took his advice and headed to the Prancing Pony. She hoped there would be some nice fellow, a descendant to Butterbur, that would help her find a place to rest.

Upon walking into the inn, Freesia felt as though she herself was in Frodo’s tale. Tell Gandalf we’ve arrived. She would say. Underhill, the name’s Underhill, and these are my friends.

Everything was not quite as she had imagined it. The aroma that filled the air made the scene more realistic.

Freesia walked up to the front desk. Clearing her throat loudly a couple times, she got the man’s attention. He had to have been the only man around here that wasn’t a Scar.

“Um, may I please have somewhere to stay and rest until morning?” she asked. The man stared down at her. For a moment she thought she would be turned away, after all, she had no money to pay with.

“A hobbit!” the man said. Freesia was surprised he knew what she was. “Of course you can stay here! What, did you think I was going to turn you away to the Scars? Besides, I haven’t had a single hobbit stay in my hobbit sized rooms since I joined the business. How’s about you have a seat and get yourself something to eat.”

Freesia was delighted that someone would be so kind to let her stay with no money. Maybe everyone was wrong about Bree. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with it. Maybe no one wanted to come here because they heard bad tales about folk getting attacked on the road, never actually making it to Bree.

As she ate, Freesia looked around. It all seemed to fit the description perfectly. Tables, people. Even a strange man sitting in the corner. Wait. That’s odd. The moment Freesia noticed the man, he seemed to notice her as well. It was almost exactly like Strider, only, Freesia wasn’t sure this man was trustworthy as Strider had been, who actually later became king of Gondor.

Gondor. What had become of Gondor? And Rohan? Had they become old and run down like Bree has? They seemed so mighty and noble, but if all men have become Scars, then what’s left of the great kingdoms of men?

The man in the corner seemed to watch Freesia for a long, uncomfortable while. Freesia suddenly noticed something about the man that reminded her of another thing she had read about. He had a blade attached at his side. And it was glowing blue.

1) After Middle Earth: The New Age

Introduction

Hello viewers! This is the beginning of the new fan fiction I am beginning to write. I decided to write this at the request of one viewer, which is sadly a lot for me. So, if someone, even one person, makes an effort to suggest something or give some input/feedback, I like to do my best to fulfill that request. I hope this is what you were hoping for and please enjoy!

Freesia sat in her home, deep within the cozy hole as far as she could bury herself. This Hobbit hole had been in her family for many years. Her grandmother Eleanor had been born here in this Hobbit hole. Her father was a legend, Samwise Gamgee. Eleanor had told Freesia many a tale of the sort her father had told her.

She would become very animated at scenes regarding the creature Gollum, going into character for both Slinker and Stinker, as Great Gaffer Sam had for her. Freesia had always enjoyed the stories, though they had also frightened her.

Unlike most Hobbits, Freesia didn’t so much enjoy the outdoors. Although this was beyond strange, she did not care. She loved to hide deep within the hill reading the red, leather-bound book her Great Gaffer had himself written in. The book contained stories from the famous Frodo Baggins and his uncle (or so he had called him) Bilbo Baggins. Both of which were the most famoustest of Hobbits.

Freesia knew that all the stories told of Frodo’s heroic acts and great deeds, but she had always felt that Frodo himself wasn’t truly the hero. Yes, he volunteered to take the ring into the deep, deadly pits of Mordor, but had he gone alone, he would have never made it. Sam had been the only thing that guaranteed the destruction of the ring of power. Freesia always told the story a little differently, to give Sam the credit he deserved, even though he had said himself in the back of the leather book that he wanted none. He had admired Frodo above any being in Middle Earth.

Freesia was to come of age in less than a fortnight. She was more nervous than she felt she should be. Most Hobbits would be delighted, excited, to become an adult, but Freesia herself felt that she was not quite ready to stop being a child.

All throughout her short life, Freesia had felt that she grew with the earth; slowly. She felt like she had roots digging deep into the ground, connecting her to the world and slowing her growth to the rate of its own. She always thought that the earth aged slowly, although she knew that it was very old. Her connection to Middle Earth seemed to strengthen each day as she hid herself away as close to the earth’s core as she could reach.

But she was also frightened.

She was worried for Middle Earth. It felt…different. She knew, ever since she had learned about the elves that had left Middle Earth so long ago, that the world would not stay as it once was. Without elves, the earth would have to change.

There was no wisdom left on the earth. It had faded with the elves. Without such long living beings to tend to it and tell of its life and needs, Middle Earth would have to adapt. The only beings left on the earth that now live longer than any who lived were the dwarves. Dwarves aren’t known for there intelligence and wisdom. Middle Earth was changing. And Freesia wasn’t sure if it was for the better, or was to become much, much worse.

Although Freesia hardly left the comfort of her quiet hole, she did still enjoy the feeling of life among the trees in the Shire. She would occasionally find herself aimlessly wandering the borders of the Shire, as Frodo had once done, according to his story he had written.

Freesia decided that the trees had a connection to her because they themselves reach deeper into the earth than any Hobbit hole could hope to match. The trees could do what Freesia couldn’t. And she wanted to so very much.

On this particular day in the Shire, Freesia felt ill. She found herself avoiding her home, trying to stay away from trees, and wanting dearly to escape. It scared her.

Nothing like this had ever come to her before. She had never wished to get away from what she loved so dearly every other day. But she couldn’t help feeling that there was something wrong. Very wrong. A changing that she knew for certain was not good.

There was talk that evil things were beginning to stir in distant places. Talk that only came from the skeptics in Hobbiton, which there hardly were. Every other Hobbit cared nothing for the affairs of the distant world around them. Freesia wanted to know what they meant. What evil? What was evil, really? Had she not read the story of the Lord of the Rings, she would have not known what evil was.

Evil wasn’t in the Shire. No one did wrong. No one was ever angry at one another, only in extreme cases. Bad could not exist in a place with only good. But what is good when there is no bad?

As Freesia walked closer and closer to what she had grown to know as the Road to Bree, she felt more and more that she needed to follow it. She had not been to Bree ever in her life. She had heard that Hobbits used to go there, they even used to have rooms built specially for Hobbits, but she wasn’t sure Hobbits were welcome anymore. Things were different.

Freesia found herself wandering toward the Road to Bree. Her shoeless feet led her on. She almost didn’t realize what she was doing. It seemed to her at first that she had imagined walking down the road, she had many times before, but it occurred to her that she really was this time.

Step after step led her farther and farther past things she recognized. Past what things called this place home. She was not home anymore.

It wasn’t as if she was being forced to walk onward. No, that wasn’t what she felt. She was choosing to move forward, but she felt like she had no choice.

A rustling sounded off to her left. Freesia darted her eyes in the direction it came from. She became instantly frightened. Thank goodness for her quiet feet. All was quiet for the moment. Another rustle sounded. This time, she wasted no time.

Instantly, she wished she hadn’t. What she saw frightened her far more than the illness she felt from the earth.

It was some sort of creature, one she had never seen before. It was hideous. The creature was tall, despite the hunch in its stature. Its hair hung far lower than anyone she had seen, granted she didn’t see many peoples besides Hobbits in the Shire, but she was almost certain this creature was not normal.

In some ways it reminded her of how Bilbo had described Gollum, but she knew it couldn’t be anything like the creature, it was far too tall to be that of Hobbit nature. It looked more like a man, but hardly at all, actually.

The creature looked very thin, almost as pale as a cloud. Its hands were holding something she couldn’t quite make out. Possibly some sort of weapon. It walked on two legs, although it looked painful for it to do so. But the worst was its face. Scarred, bruised, covered in wet mud and sticks. The eyes were large and discolored, and its teeth were pointed.

Freesia suddenly realized that it actually almost fit the description of orcs as well, but she knew it couldn’t be. Orcs died with Sauron. Plus, Orcs are a result of tortured elves. There are no elves in Middle Earth. In fact, people had begun to call it New Earth. Freesia didn’t particularly like the idea. The Orc/Gollum creature looked as though it didn’t notice Freesia. It sniffed around, keeping its distance from the Shire, although Freesia couldn’t understand why.

A sudden flick of the head startled Freesia into running. The creature was now looking at her, had she not begun to run herself, it would have either turned its head quickly away and carried on, or caught up to her before she had time to move a muscle. The creature was then running awkwardly toward her. She couldn’t help but look back over her shoulder. She didn’t know what was worse: not knowing how close it was to her, or seeing it for herself. She decided that running away would be a lot more effective if she saw where she was going. Reluctantly, she turned her head away from the monster behind her and toward the path before her.

She had no choice but to run for Bree.

The town that could quite possibly be the home of the monster.

Chapter Three: Three Is Company-Part Two

After the Black Rider trots off into the distance, Frodo states how strange he felt, that the feeling told him he did not want to be found by this mysterious man.

You know when ever someone repeats something in a literary work that they are telling you something important. Frodo repeats the word “felt” many times, this tells us that the way he feels is either important to the story line or important in the symbolism Tolkien was trying to use. Frodo didn’t know the man was bad. He felt it.

Sam speaks up and tells Frodo that he knew where the Black Rider came from. He said that only just the day before his Gaffer saw the man, and the man was asking about a Baggins. He told this to Sam, at the time he thought nothing of it because Gaffer is old and it was dark.

Frodo admits to having heard Gaffer speaking to a strange talking fellow. Pippin is convinced that there is possibly no connection and they should just get moving. This is further justifying Pippin’s character as the part of us, or the type of person, who doesn’t see what is happening around them. They aren’t aware. They either choose not to, or simply don’t notice what they should.

Frodo says that he wished they had waited for Gandalf, and then Pippin suspiciously asks Frodo if he knows something about this black rider. Frodo tries to simply brush the comment away by saying he doesn’t want to know.

From then on, they kept their distance from the road.

This part with the road seems strangely opposite that of Bilbo’s story about keeping on the path. As Bilbo’s journey required not straying from the path, Frodo’s instead was to be avoided. This could be because the path through Mirkwood was leading them through the bad, trying to keep them on the path to good. Whereas Frodo’s path was covered with evil.

When the three hobbits come upon a hollowed out tree, they climb inside to rest. Tolkien makes a point to mention that the tree is pretty much dead, yet it still produces leaves. This could be a symbolic foreshadowing to the common theme that even things that seem lost and better off dead can still produce good, they still have that potential inside them, even if they can’t gain their full potential back. They have already missed all those many years of potential to do good.

As they continue on the path, they sing a song that Bilbo had written. In among other lines of the song is the words of Pippin’s song in the movies known as The Steward of Gondor on the movie sound track. It is a brilliant song showing that we can’t stay home forever, we have to continue on our adventure in order to become better.

The three run and hide in the shadows when they hear hooves behind them. It was definitely a black rider. It crawls creepily toward Frodo, sniffing. The closer it gets, the more Frodo desires to slip on the ring. It was much more powerful than the earlier time he had felt the temptation. A sound in the near distance scares the rider away. Sam starts to exclaim quietly that it was elves. The other hobbits had to pull him away, or else he would have run to the elves.

The elves are singing, which is what scared the rider away. Frodo knows little of the words sung.

One of the elves sees and recognizes Frodo. They greet, and Frodo says they are traveling in the same direction as they. Because the elves see themselves as superior beings, at first they laugh that Frodo wants to travel alongside them. Pippin interrupts to ask the elves about the black riders. They become interested and decide to take the hobbits with them elsewhere to speak about it.

After Frodo speaks something in the language of the elves, Gildor, the elf leader, calls him “elf friend.” They warn the hobbits that they will become weary for the elves will be walking far and long.

The elves stop and have a party. Kind of strange, but okay. They have a wonderful time until Frodo and Gildor are the last awake, talking.

As they talk, Gildor reads things from the look on Frodo’s face. He knows he is troubled and is unsure if he can succeed. He knows that the Enemy is after him, he doesn’t know why, but nonetheless it’s true. Gildor tells Frodo nothing about the Black Riders, because he believes it is up to Gandalf to tell Frodo. Gildor believes that it is all Gandalf’s responsibility what Frodo knows.

Frodo speaks his fear that Gandalf may not return at the time he had said. Frodo asks if he should wait for Gandalf or continue on. Gildor can only say that it is strange for Gandalf to be late, and that it is Frodo’s choice whether to stay or continue. Frodo jokes that it is said to not go to elves for counsel, because they will tell you both no and yes.

Gildor warns that if Frodo does go on, that he should not go alone. To only bring those who he trusts. Frodo thanks him.

Frodo finally begs to be told what the black riders are. Gildor asks if it is not enough to know they are the enemy. If they are simply the enemy, what does it matter what they are exactly? All Frodo needs to know is that they are simply evil. Frodo is still unsure how he will find courage to continue on. He asks how he can find it. Gildor once more tells Frodo of his friendship, and Frodo drifts into sleep.

Book vs. Movie: Why the Changes?

Let me just get on my soap box for a moment.

First I would like to point out the obvious fact:

Books and movies are two completely different forms of entertainment. Why does that matter? Well, let me tell you.

Before you can criticize the changes made to a story line when put in movie form you have to realize why this previously stated fact is important.

Book: Imagery created by you.

Movie: Imagery created by filming team.

Book: Characters imagined by you.

Movie: Characters picked from real actors (I say real because you have to realize that you can’t find an actor/actress that looks exactly like the character, especially since everyone pictures them differently).

Book: Every detail in a scene has to be explained to a tee.

Movie: Every detail has to be created and is shown in a much shorter space of time than a written out description.

Book: Takes a long time to make a point, considering it is all written out.

Movie: Long paragraphs in a book are only a few seconds in a movie.

Book: Doesn’t need too much action and adventure in order to be a good story line.

Okay, before I say this one, it needs some explaining. This is somewhat more of an opinion, but sort of not. Okay, let me try to make this make more sense.

In today’s society, a movie will not get a good audience, or a good review, or the interest of the viewers unless it has action, romance, and humor. This wasn’t the case even just a decade ago. So, that brings the next point.

Movie: Needs action, romance and humor in order to be a “good” movie.

Need an example?

The Hobbit Movie Trilogy.

Notice,

Action: Would have been there anyway.

Romance: Tauriel and Kili.

Humor: Yeah… I’m pretty sure you can all see how this applied to these movies. Potty humor, funny (and I use that term lightly) trolls, and Bombur. Yes, just Bombur, and a little bit Ori. They were the comical relief of the movies. And sadly, they weren’t even funny. More annoying really.

So, can you see now why some of the changes from books to movie were “necessary?”

You may not have liked (I could almost definitely say didn’t like) the Tauriel-Kili thing, but that in a way is our fault. All the ratings, all the viewers, everything is ruled by our (or I guess, this generation’s) inability to enjoy a good movie without these three things.

I completely understand why Peter Jackson made the changes he did. For all we know, he could have been forced (or I guess required…same thing…) to add those things. I’m not saying I liked the out come of those decisions, but it wasn’t entirely his fault. He has been in the movie business for years, he has seen the developments, the required elements that get good ratings.

And this is also why Lord of the Rings was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much better. Because back ten some odd years ago, we didn’t have to have stupid humor. We didn’t have to watch movies that just wasted away our brains. We watched good movies.

I am also not saying that all movies today are stupid. But a lot of them are. Some very few movies (one being the Giver) actually have meaning. Even shows like Doctor Who lost their meaning. It’s all just filler time we need to waste on something other than sitting around.

I miss the good old days when I could watch a movie and think “Oh my goodness! What just happened!?” or “Wow! Mind blown!” or “I get it now!” or “Holy crap that was amazing!” or “I can totally see the symbolism in this!” Okay, okay, I’m done now.

So, next time you want to get angry at Peter Jackson because of the Hobbit movies, get angry at society first.

Chapter Three: Three Is Company-Part One

Even after Gandalf explains to Frodo that the ring is indeed the One Ring, Frodo doesn’t make any sign of leaving for the next two to three weeks. Frodo was very reluctant to go. In fact, the only thing that made it bearable was the thought that he would be following Bilbo and would be able to see him again after Frodo almost doubled his age. He thought little about the ring and the fate of it in the end.

Gandalf explains to Frodo that he is not to tell anyone he is leaving at all. Certainly not where he is going. Frodo himself doesn’t even know where he is to go. In Gandalf’s opinion, he should make for Rivendell, which Frodo would be delighted to do, and Sam even more so.

Quite a bit later, a rumor began to spread that Frodo was selling Bag End. The hobbits were uncertain why he would do so. There were many theories, of course, being hobbits and all. What’s worse is that he was selling it to the Sackville-Bagginses! But everyone had the common belief that Frodo was going back to Buckland.

After two months in Bag End, Gandalf announced he was leaving to take care of some business. He tells Frodo to stick to his plan unless Gandalf sent word for him to change them. Most importantly, he tells Frodo not to use the ring.

Time quickly passes and Frodo and Bilbo’s birthday comes. They celebrate and forget their troubles a little while. Gandalf does not come.

Interestingly, as Frodo spends his last day in Bag End, Lobelia Sackville-Baggins shows up, pridefully grasping what is now hers, and to show that Frodo did not respect her for how rude she is it says, “Frodo did not offer her any tea.” I find it funny that this is the most disrespectful thing one can do to another. Awe, the British and their tea. It’s great.

As Frodo is preparing finally to leave, he over hears Gaffer and someone with a strange voice discussing Frodo’s leave taking. Gaffer tells the person what all the hobbits had believed about Frodo going to Buckland. This makes Frodo hugely paranoid and decides not to take the main road. And thus his adventure finally begins.

Together, Frodo, Sam, and Pippin made their way on foot toward Frodo’s “new home,” where Merry is waiting.

The three hobbits walk for what seems like forever. Frodo finds himself repeating the words of Bilbo’s song, The Road Goes Ever On and On. What Frodo doesn’t realize is that it was Bilbo he heard it from. He feels as though he made it up, in a way, but he thinks that it certainly does sound like Bilbo’s rhyming.

As they continue walking, Sam says he hears a horse galloping far behind them. Frodo hopes that it is Gandalf, but he has a feeling that it is not. Because of this, Frodo suggests that they stay off the road.

The next part is almost exactly like it is in the movie adaptation. Frodo stands in the middle of the road, hesitating to get off the road as his friends are already hiding. Finally he hides with them as a huge, black horse turns the corner. When the horse and it’s hooded rider reach the spot adjacent to where the three are hiding, the rider sits quietly, making a sound as if he is sniffing.

As the rider and his horse stand there, Frodo suddenly feels a fear that he will be discovered. He finds himself thinking about the ring and fingering it. He feels tempted to use it. Bilbo had used it. So why should Frodo not use it? The rider slowly begins to trot away until it is out of sight, and Frodo’s temptation fades.