The trial went smoothly. It was over in a matter of hours. The
defense lost, but good still prevailed; evil lost once again. I lost once
again.
My sentence: spend eternity in a place of pure unhappiness, disregard for life, and greed. My sentence: spend eternity on Earth.
The inhabitants of that woeful place thought of their Earth as beautiful. They found their skyscrapers enticing, their moving pieces of metal exhilarating, and their ability to prolong life with machines fascinating. I found it disgusting. I found it to be torture.
They all thought that Earth was a place of true beauty, but they had never seen my home. They had never seen Middle Earth.
So I was sent there for the rest of my miserable life. I was given a name, an identity, a place to live, and all the bare necessities. I was not, however, given the knowledge to survive.
The first time I saw the home I was living in, I lost any common sense I had and asked my roommate for help. I never ask for help. I would rather die than ask for help. The word itself destroys. It destroys pride; it destroys self image, and any idea of independence. I hate it. But I had no choice. I did not know what else to do.
I nearly burned down the kitchen when I tried to light a fire to make myself some stew. You wouldn't believe how shocked I was when I learned that we could not hunt for food.
I nearly cried when I saw a car. It was zooming down the road at intense speed that was unnatural. You can see just how desperate I was; I nearly cried. If there is anything that I hate more than asking for help, it is crying.
Either way, the world I was in was so perfect, so organized, and yet filled with such imperfection that I was surprised that people didn't kill themselves in frustration.
It is indescribable how I wanted to get out of there. I would have given my life to get out of there and even rot in Mt. Doom. I would have done ANYTHING.
You cannot imagine my shock when one day I settled down to sleep in my bed on Earth, and woke up the next day feeling happy.
I had almost never felt happy on Earth. I was always filled with sorrow, desperation, and something very near to insanity.
But that day was different. I soon learned the reason why.
It was when I was walking out of the bathroom next to my room. I took a step out and the room went pitch black. It was as though someone had turned out the lights, but when I stepped forward to where the wall was supposed to be, I found that it was not there.
Then it started to feel humid. I began to sweat as I wondered in fear about what was happening. Thank goodness I had gone to the toilet already, or I might have just wet my pants.
After what seemed like hours, the heat wore off, and I was struck by a cool breeze. The lights came back on and I found myself lying in the grass face down.
I wasn't sure if I should have lifted my head, but I did so anyway, disregarding everything I had learned before. Always wait for the opponent to attack.
My head rose but by a few inches when I heard a swooshing sound: the one when you wave something in the air very fast.
I saw a glint of metal, and the sun was reflecting off something into my eyes.
"Welcome back," a cold, sarcastic voice said slowly in restrained anger.
I recognized that voice. I knew who it belonged to. I had always thought that he was like a large cat, ready to attack. Very cool, and calm, but the slightest movement could provoke him.
That voice belonged to some one I knew. Some one from Middle Earth.
I was home.
My sentence: spend eternity in a place of pure unhappiness, disregard for life, and greed. My sentence: spend eternity on Earth.
The inhabitants of that woeful place thought of their Earth as beautiful. They found their skyscrapers enticing, their moving pieces of metal exhilarating, and their ability to prolong life with machines fascinating. I found it disgusting. I found it to be torture.
They all thought that Earth was a place of true beauty, but they had never seen my home. They had never seen Middle Earth.
So I was sent there for the rest of my miserable life. I was given a name, an identity, a place to live, and all the bare necessities. I was not, however, given the knowledge to survive.
The first time I saw the home I was living in, I lost any common sense I had and asked my roommate for help. I never ask for help. I would rather die than ask for help. The word itself destroys. It destroys pride; it destroys self image, and any idea of independence. I hate it. But I had no choice. I did not know what else to do.
I nearly burned down the kitchen when I tried to light a fire to make myself some stew. You wouldn't believe how shocked I was when I learned that we could not hunt for food.
I nearly cried when I saw a car. It was zooming down the road at intense speed that was unnatural. You can see just how desperate I was; I nearly cried. If there is anything that I hate more than asking for help, it is crying.
Either way, the world I was in was so perfect, so organized, and yet filled with such imperfection that I was surprised that people didn't kill themselves in frustration.
It is indescribable how I wanted to get out of there. I would have given my life to get out of there and even rot in Mt. Doom. I would have done ANYTHING.
You cannot imagine my shock when one day I settled down to sleep in my bed on Earth, and woke up the next day feeling happy.
I had almost never felt happy on Earth. I was always filled with sorrow, desperation, and something very near to insanity.
But that day was different. I soon learned the reason why.
It was when I was walking out of the bathroom next to my room. I took a step out and the room went pitch black. It was as though someone had turned out the lights, but when I stepped forward to where the wall was supposed to be, I found that it was not there.
Then it started to feel humid. I began to sweat as I wondered in fear about what was happening. Thank goodness I had gone to the toilet already, or I might have just wet my pants.
After what seemed like hours, the heat wore off, and I was struck by a cool breeze. The lights came back on and I found myself lying in the grass face down.
I wasn't sure if I should have lifted my head, but I did so anyway, disregarding everything I had learned before. Always wait for the opponent to attack.
My head rose but by a few inches when I heard a swooshing sound: the one when you wave something in the air very fast.
I saw a glint of metal, and the sun was reflecting off something into my eyes.
"Welcome back," a cold, sarcastic voice said slowly in restrained anger.
I recognized that voice. I knew who it belonged to. I had always thought that he was like a large cat, ready to attack. Very cool, and calm, but the slightest movement could provoke him.
That voice belonged to some one I knew. Some one from Middle Earth.
I was home.