Following my last post on discovering the first “fragmented” poem I ever wrote about The Hobbit, some of you kindly requested I put my appalling poetry skills back into use and complete the poem I had started.
That is exactly what I have done.
The Fellowship of the Ring – the first title of the epic story, The Lord of the Rings – was unleashed on the world way back on 29th July, 1954.
Perhaps an unusual post compared to the others written so far. But nonetheless, it is intrinsically linked to the whole scope of this blog.
Ever since I’ve discovered Tolkien (and even years before that), I had in mind of writing a book.
But what sort of book?
A novel always piqued my interest. Once Tolkien was in my mindset, a fantasy novel seemed more tempting. But then I started wondering, as I have ever done when I begin writing such novel … I’m not a creative person.
– The Bear-Man …
What a fantastic character Beorn is … truly amazing. Definitely a one-of a kind creature in Middle-earth.
In Tolkien’s legendarium, skin-changers (or shape-shifters) are hard to come by and Beorn is definitely an individual whom you’d gladly take on your side.