"Three rings for the Elven Kings under the Sky,
Seven for the Dwarf Lords in their Halls of Stone
Nine for Mortal Men, Doomed to Die
One for the Dark Lord on his Dark throne
In the Land of Mordor, where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to Rule them All
One Ring to find Them,
One Ring to bring them All
And in the Darkness, bind Them.
In the Land of Mordor, where the Shadows lie."
For any fan of Tolkien, these words represent the desire and the terror that the Ruling Rain wielded for its Maker and those who would be enslaved by Him.
For me, it was the beginning of the most wonderful, deep, and fantastical fantasy ever written. Since the moment I read the books I was captured by the rich descriptions, dialogues, poetry, and history of the world of Middle Earth.
I was 17 years old when I came accross with it, and after watching the films and reading The Silmarillion and The Hobbit, I became a fan of Tolkien too.
My family and I moved to another State after dad retired. I was working at a bank as a Customer Service specialist. One evening in September an old man with white hair and keen eyes entered the bank.
"Hello young man", he said while taking a seat. "I am having a problem with this check card. Can't get the PIN to work at the ATM. What can be done to solve it?", he continued while looking me in the eyes. It was the most rare of looks. As if he could look into my mind. "Of course, Mr., um.", I said. "Mr. Nadric", he answered.
"Mr. Nadric? What kind of a name is
that?", I said to myself. "Yes, an uncommon name, is it not?", he said, looking me directly in the eyes. "Just a moment. Please, enter your new PIN twice in this pad.", I continued. Mr. Nadric did it without stopping looking at me.
In any other situation, I would have felt very uncomfortable. But in this case I did not. I felt that his eyes were not exacly fixed on me as if testing me or trying to read my mindbut rather, that he was transfering his sense of peace to me via his eyes. A sensation of calmness shrouded by soul, and I was free of worries for a few moments. "Thank You. You have been very helpful", Mr. Nadric said as he left. "Have a nice day sir", I said.
I finished work around 7pm. As I walked home, two men came at me, one of them holding a knife. "Give me your money right now!", the one holding the knife said. The other one grabbed me by the neck against the wall in the street. I stepped on his foot, punched him in the face and tried to run away, when the one holding the knife slapped me with the back of his hand and cut me accross the cheek with the weapon.
"Leave him alone!", said a man walking from the
other side. It was Mr. Nadric. "Do you want some of it too?", asked the one holding the knife to Mr. Nadric. Before he could blink, Mr. Nadric had him on the ground howling with pain. "Do not worry", Mr. Nadric said to me, "It is just a small wound." He placed his hand on the cut and the wound was healed. No blood, no pain, no cut. "Who are you?", I asked. Mr. Nadric had vanished and in my right hand there was a piece of paper with a riddle:
"The Land of Peace, the Land of Hope
Under Shadow's Fist it Chokes.
In the Middle of the Earth it Stands
Behold! The Light of the Two Trees Come"
What could this mean?
No Mary Sue here
Set in modern times...