. . . in the land of Mordor where the shadows lie (Tolkien).

When Frodo Baggins threw the Ring into the fires of Mount Doom, the only place where it could be destroyed, the Shadow lifted.

One year in late spring I found the Ring. Having it was exhilarating until early fall. I have been trying to get rid of it since. I ditched it in rivers, wells, pools, and oceans, I cast it among dried leaves, and I buried it in holes. I said, “the shadows will disperse now,” but they never did. I would soon find the Ring again upon my hearth.

Now I have thrown the Ring into the crater of Mount Doom, and the Shadow has lifted.


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3 responses to “Shadow

  1. LOTR parody with Jack Black

    I read the trilogy when I was about 11, and I was sure it was pronounced GandLAFF the whole time.

  2. nice – i love tolkien’s trilogy…

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