The first installment of Tolkien’s epic, The Fellowship of the Ring introduces readers to Frodo Baggins, Bilbo’s nephew. Frodo is charged with a quest to do something with the One Ring that his uncle found in The Hobbit. Gandalf the Grey makes a reappearance to guide Frodo to Rivendell, the Last Homely House and home of Elrond, a wise half-elf. At Rivendell, a council decides that the best course of action is for the One Ring to be destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom, a volcano in the heart of the enemy’s territory. Frodo volunteers, and the council assigns him nine companions, three of them his hobbit friends, two men, an elf, a dwarf, and Gandalf the Grey, to journey with him.
Review
I have always hated The Fellowship of the Ring, not for its writing style, nor for the action that takes place, nor for the dialogue, characters, or settings, but simply because it ends too soon. Jests aside, The Fellowship is a fantastic opener for the Trilogy. It grabs me and makes me wish that I did not have school the next morning, or that the sun were not coming up, because I want to start on the next book and find out what is going to happen next to the adventurers, trapped in the mountains and without two integral members of their party.