| I don’t think Cavill is a bad actor or has any problem bringing a characters personality in, but I just nooooooo

| Cavill gets casted as Aragorn and I’ll throw up

It is some days later, with the snow mountains staring them down, and the cold that begins to pure into their hearts - - the first test of The Fellowship lays ahead.

“Keep up Frodo!” Aragorn calls behind him, trekking through snow as high as his shins.

All around there are stories being built now, a wizard, a man of Gondor, an elf, a dwarf, four hobbits, and the true heir of the realms.

Within their circle they are now friends of war, whether they know it or not, but outside they are already legend to those who seek for victories end.

There is laughter and camaraderie, The Fellowship grows closer as the take further steps towards the end of all. Across the lands of Middle Earth, there rumors begin to spread with the twinkle of hope. (c)

The 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆 is generous and it is patient and it always 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙎 – but in the heart of its strength lies its 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.

“Only if you believe you can keep up.” Aragorn said in a lighter tone, offering Frodo a smile - - before taking off in a race towards the rest of the Fellowship.

Aragorn would agree internally - - leaving this conversation at its end there. He knew this task ahead was daunting one, but he did not think to how for it may reach even beyond the Fellowship.

“Let it not be lonely then.” He says with a nod. “As I am with you, and I am your friend.”

| hello

| Will more than likely be here Sunday when the holidays die down fr fr

“You should be a King, Frodo. Or a leader of some land - - the 𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑒 could look to you as any would look to the sunrise.

You speak with the heart of 𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 men or more.”

In that moment Aragorn understood, he understood 𝐺𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑓, he understood the time of 𝑤𝑎𝑟 - - and he understand the decision of 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑜 𝐵𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑠. That no Ring Bearer would match that of the Hobbit - - and that those days ago in 𝑅𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑙 when one stood above them all, it was the 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 one all along.

| we shall protect Frodo at all cost! Together until the end!

| terribly sad we just not let it happen

A light so bright it could only be compared to the ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑠 above - - but to a Hobbit perhaps compared to a cold 𝑎𝑙𝑒.

And in that light was ℎ𝑒𝑟 face once again.

“We can only hope it will come. .it is why we march now. .𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.”

If it not were 𝐼𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑢𝑟'𝑠 𝐵𝑎𝑛𝑒. Isildur’s 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 - - and the brimstone that carved down his lineage and legacy.

As quickly as the thought came, it released from him. As a second thought came 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ. Peace again, but yet his 𝑜𝑤𝑛.

Aragorn couldn’t help the small smile that crept over his lips, watching as Frodo tried his hardest to keep up. But quickly it disappeared as the thought of 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 came to him. The thought of peace, yes. .peace that could’ve have been claimed 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 ago.

“The 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑑 is wary in the face of 𝑤𝑎𝑟. Though you are no threat to them, they cannot be too hasty to accept you as 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 over 𝑓𝑜𝑒.”

His hand placed upon the rounded bulb hilt of his sword. “There were times where the trees were the only 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 I had.”

Aragorn straightened. Nodding to the group ahead that seemed to be getting further from them, a silent ‘we should be going too’ from him to the ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑓-𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔.

“Do not take it personally.” Aragorn said, beginning his stride - - his voice as 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚 as ever.

For two, so that he could 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 to himself. Although he enjoyed Legolas and Gimili’s banter - - it was 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 to have your own mind clear for their own sake.

But in this moment, it seemed, reason 𝑜𝑛𝑒 came to fruition.

“Careful, Frodo. These trees have minds of their 𝑜𝑤𝑛.”

A half wrapped hand took hold of the smaller one’s arm, keeping him from falling face first to the ground below.

There was a reason Aragorn walked at the back of the group. For one, to keep an eye on all who walked with him. More especially the Ring Bearer.

A day's travel, that's all they managed. It hard started after leaving the river furthest from the ravaged town they passed through, Merry began lamenting about second breakfast again, clinging to Pippin during his dramatics. At somepoint, Boromir had hoisted the two up, earning laughter while

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Morning comes.

| how is the fellowship to unite if not through social media DMs

| they need group messages in here ASAP, can’t even believe that isn’t a thing

So the enemy grows - - and the shadow of 𝐸𝑣𝑖𝑙 begins to stretch across humble lands.

But so does the strength of 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 and all who would hold onto ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒.

| Jan 7th will begin my reading of Return of The King then after I will probably have to rewatch the trilogy again, I meant to watch each movie after I finished a book but failed to