If I was part of the fellowship, I would want many a thing, to turn Frodo into a small and vulnerable thing,or even add a tenth member of the fellowship,which could happen to be some troublesome elf twinsor you could call them Merry-and-Pippin rearranged in elf form, you could say. I could change my looks, dye my hair brown, curl itor even turn it tomato-red.Perhaps maybe Arwen decided to come along.But these conditions could only apply, if I was one dear to our special author, who lies in his grave who knows where, watching over us.I could maybe add more and more characters to add the fellowship, perhaps kill some, break a few more hearts to those heartsviewing this, despite the fact how dead inside I feel. Cheering up my soul, somewhere deep within you have done me great favour, sweet Elbereth! But if only I were a member of the Fellowship.