Prologue
Sometimes, you don't mean anything. Not in the greater sense, at least. Oh, you tell yourself we all have a role in history, even the tiniest fly.

But then you realize that even if a fly changes history, it's still a fly. A fly on the wall, among giants. And who wants to be that fly?

What if you had no other choice?

I had a choice. I could have walked home, that day. I could have. But the wormhole was sucking me in, and I mean that literally.

A once-in-a-lifetime chance. It was, I can promise you that. It's not like I' m going anywhere now, in any case. No, this adventure is over. And only you are left to hear my tale.

Listen carefully, I don't want to say this twice. I can't say this twice.

But you are here, and listening, so I'll say it once. This is my tale, the tale of a fly on the wall of giants.







Disclaimer:
Nothing of Tolkien's creation belongs to me.