Book Review, The Lord of the Rings: Volume 1- Chapter 3 by J.R.R. Tolkien
The chapter extends itself over shadows which bloom into curiosity for an adventure like no other. Well, figuratively. Plenty goes on for those hobbits who must linger around in hiding places to get at their sport for discovery along the foothills away from Bag End. Something leaves a deep heart in Frodo’s chest. On searching for answers they begin to realize how much bliss of ignorance turns on hobbits in fashion within grip of pain and longing felt for spectacular events; from this hint I give a clue about Bilbo’s songs of poetry flowing through their ears in despair with anxiety over a good mark of literature- words come onto the pages in a blending of theory and guess for Frodo and the others who remark on themselves in eternal surroundings. A world of this nature doesn’t need too much explanation because Tolkien himself prefers to leave many vague forms of philosophy along the edge into darkness between the Shire and Mordor. Vision (as I dream of in reading) contends with proper proportions in romance under such written lines as seen or disguised in harmony for associations to be filled by imagination. At times while reading I just merely assume light. Maybe a bright white shade fills my mark before I enter a scene in total darkness against Frodo’s timely pursuit for mystery. Feeling my way through the pages is as much intellectual as it is sizing up towards quality bit by bit in rhyme and reason for a hobbit’s doubts and cheers near what Bilbo refers to as “The Road”. A lot of thrill may be reckoned for presumption on doubt for which a hobbit prefers to laze along in some ordinary fashion: cheese, butter, tea, and old wine. Of course here I’m really exaggerating more than detailing on a hobbit’s poor diet. Nothing comes across the hobbits without putting or leaving quality behind since each creature told of in the story generally pours out what’s excused on Bilbo’s reckoning for adventure beyond exact science. And here I’m merely pointing out the obvious to a fantasy of this nature or at least taping my words onto the page in consideration for possible quests made by a reader in a literary fantasy zone. Much can be expressed from what’s excused. Humanity pales in comparison to elves due to the fact we ourselves are actually looking for power even while elves basically just assume it in guarantee to a hobbit’s pursuit with absence of bias. So, do elves really have fashion? What can be said is that each mythological group- hobbits or elves or others- revolves in the subtle happenings throughout the world until further notice on anxiety or despair despite the consequences for odd events taking place where the sun may vary the pitch of light within a hobbit’s reckoning for dismissals and barriers.
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