Chapter 1: The Awakening
Once there lived a Hobbit called Fornio. A Hobbit was a magical creature; no more than a wizard, nor less than a human. They were solitary creatures, oblivious to the world around them. They lived in their very own place on Middle-Earth, called the Shire. Middle-Earth was very much like the days of old, where grass grows aimlessly into the sky, and where the mountains tickled the clouds above against a sky soaked in blue.
Fornio lived in the Shire for his entire life. He did not care for what was out there; he only lived within the sphere of safety around his people. One day, he met a dwarf by the name of Dinitrime. He hails from the Mines of Moria, a dwarf colony. Where beer and meat are in abundance. Fornio met Dinitrime when he was picking fruits at the Fangorn Forest. He was thinned by hunger, and looked haggard. Dinitrime, with his overpowering figure, frightened Fornio at first. But his intentions were clear. He wanted some fruits to bear him for the rest of his journey. Fornio handed over some fruits to Dinitrime. Both of them sat on the dewy grass carpeting the forest floor. Dinitrime asked:
"Do you seek adventures, young one? I bring tidings from the Kingdom of Gondor. Goblins run abound the city, bringing havoc to the people of Gondor. They have summoned any able-bodied persons to call to their aid."
Fornio was dubious. He did not want to leave the enclave of the Shire, nor did he want to stay there forever. As with any other Hobbit, he led a simple life. But there was something inside him; something that fueled his desire to explore and discover the outside world. He was thinking deeply to himself. His face wrangled and tightened at the thought of danger and trepidation he was about to encounter when he took on the adventure. He thought of the pleasures he would have to let go of; a place where everyone knows your name, where the water flows freely, and where food is abundant. But he would be doing what no Hobbit have done before. Before his intentions became the better of him, he agreed hastily.
Dinitrime said: "I'll meet you outside your house at 8pm in the morning. Don't be late. We move across Eriador, the Western Plains through the day, and we should reach the kingdom of Gondor by nightfall. Prepare for battle, young one."
Once there lived a Hobbit called Fornio. A Hobbit was a magical creature; no more than a wizard, nor less than a human. They were solitary creatures, oblivious to the world around them. They lived in their very own place on Middle-Earth, called the Shire. Middle-Earth was very much like the days of old, where grass grows aimlessly into the sky, and where the mountains tickled the clouds above against a sky soaked in blue.
Fornio lived in the Shire for his entire life. He did not care for what was out there; he only lived within the sphere of safety around his people. One day, he met a dwarf by the name of Dinitrime. He hails from the Mines of Moria, a dwarf colony. Where beer and meat are in abundance. Fornio met Dinitrime when he was picking fruits at the Fangorn Forest. He was thinned by hunger, and looked haggard. Dinitrime, with his overpowering figure, frightened Fornio at first. But his intentions were clear. He wanted some fruits to bear him for the rest of his journey. Fornio handed over some fruits to Dinitrime. Both of them sat on the dewy grass carpeting the forest floor. Dinitrime asked:
"Do you seek adventures, young one? I bring tidings from the Kingdom of Gondor. Goblins run abound the city, bringing havoc to the people of Gondor. They have summoned any able-bodied persons to call to their aid."
Fornio was dubious. He did not want to leave the enclave of the Shire, nor did he want to stay there forever. As with any other Hobbit, he led a simple life. But there was something inside him; something that fueled his desire to explore and discover the outside world. He was thinking deeply to himself. His face wrangled and tightened at the thought of danger and trepidation he was about to encounter when he took on the adventure. He thought of the pleasures he would have to let go of; a place where everyone knows your name, where the water flows freely, and where food is abundant. But he would be doing what no Hobbit have done before. Before his intentions became the better of him, he agreed hastily.
Dinitrime said: "I'll meet you outside your house at 8pm in the morning. Don't be late. We move across Eriador, the Western Plains through the day, and we should reach the kingdom of Gondor by nightfall. Prepare for battle, young one."