The protagonist and a part of the plot are the only part of this which belongs to me. Everything else belongs to their respective owners; namely J.R.R. Tolkien.

Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

Of a Ruler and as a Warrior


There were rumours of strange things happening in the world outside; and as Gandalf had not at that time appeared or sent any message for several years, Frodo gathered all the news he could. Elves, who seldom walked in the Shire, could now be seen passing westward through the woods in the evening, passing and not returning; but they were leaving Middle-earth and were no longer concerned with its troubles. There were, however, dwarves on the road in unusual numbers. The ancient East-West Road ran through the Shire to its end at the Grey Havens, and dwarves had always used it on their way to their mines in the Blue Mountains. They were the hobbits' chief source of news from distant parts – if they wanted any; as a rule dwarves said little and hobbits asked no more. But now Frodo often met strange dwarves of far countries, seeking refuge in the West. They were troubled, and some spoke in whispers of the Enemy and the Land of Mordor.

That name the hobbits only knew in legends of the dark past, like a shadow in the background of their memories; but it was ominous and disquieting. It seemed that the evil power in Mirkwood had been driven out by the White council only to reappear in greater strength in the strongholds of Mordor. The Dark Tower had been rebuilt, it was said. From there the power was spreading far and wide, and away far east and south there were wars and growing fear. Orcs were multiplying again in the mountains. Trolls were abroad, no longer dull witted, but cunning and armed with dreadful weapons. And there were murmured hints of creatures more terrible than all these, but they had no name (Tolkien 57).

Protagonist's POV

Once again I've been tossed on someone's door step, left alone with another stranger, in a strange place far from where I was born. 'They say they understand and that it is best for me. That I'm safe.' But they don't understand, they can't even being to understand what I've gone through. They know the facts, but they can't understand emotions they have never experienced. The pain, the fear, loneliness and anguish. They'll never know, well, knowing. Knowing the truth and not being about to help, knowing there is nothing you can do. As well they'll never know determination, regret, resentment and resignment. They don't understand and trying to make them understand will never help.

Child care services, foster parents and foster homes, the police and temporary guardians all think they know everything. Well then don't. Nobody knows everything. As someone really smart said "The wise man knows he knows nothing, the fool thinks he knows all." According to that logic everyone adult I've met are fools. At least I know there is much I do not know and it can't even compare to the amount which can be found in the world, never mine in a single galaxy or universe.

Well I can at least thank the world for small favours this time. This new foster home is in the middle of nowhere with trees all around. I will be able to disappear into the forest for a few hours and escape all the fools. I'll be able to escape all the looks of pity and sympathy, as well as any other emotion people feel to bestow on me after hearing my heart-breaking tale.

For now in my dark corner of the world I must wait. Wait for the sun to rise as part of the world choses to sleep and the other part wakes up to take on the world. As for me, I can never sleep. Not after the horrendous trials I have been through.

'Safe' they say. Ha! Only if 'he' is dead and even then he will still haunt me.

Tolkien, J.R.R. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. London: Allen & Unwin, 1954. Print.

This is near the beginning of the chapter The Shadow of the Past and is a direct quote from the book.

The page number comes from a black, soft cover version and will not be the same for every copy.

I would appreciate comments and criticism with suggestions for improvement. Any reviews will likely keep the story going and me writing. All reviews will be considered in future and past chapters, and all criticism will be well-thought-out. All negative comments will be taken in stride.


And if anyone knows who said the quote I used, I would like to know who. Thanks again!