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A long time ago a young hobbit named Frodo Baggins inherited a ring from his uncle. Soon after he set out on an incredible journey to distroy it and made history. His story, and the events that lead to, surrounded, or were followed by this have been told all around middle earth. I'm sure you have heard it more than once. Weather you've heard it from your friend over a drink at the Green Dragon, or from your mother before you went to bed when you were young, you've heard probibly the same tale. Except maybe if you've heard Frodo's version. The Lord of the Rings, by Frodo Baggins, it's called I believe.

The reason that story is so special is because it's told from a person's perspective. He was accually there and he knows how he feels about it. That's what makes it good. The only problem with that story is it's all the way out in hobbiton, and I live her, in Gondor. Everyone who lives here is forced to hear the same tale. Even if the book were to be sent here, it would not belong in Gondor.

That is why I want to write all about my experiance with all that has happened in the past couple years till now. And it will always remain in Gondor. My story begins long before the third age of middle earth was threatened by danger as serious as the dark lord Saruon almost returning. Back when I was where I belonged..........
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