Frodo awoke early in the morning, too early. The ring began to whisper to him ‘he rises, he rises, he rises.’ Was the ring trying to warn him of something? He didn't think much of it as he needed his rest for the great journey which lay ahead.
As Frodo woke from his slumber he heard noises coming from the Shire, ‘did the village really celebrate through the whole night?’ he asked himself. However these weren’t screams of joy. They were shreeks of terror. Frodo, still unaware, arose out of his minute hobbit bed made of wood. He shifted to his window but to his surprise there weren't any celebrations still occurring. Flames engulfed the once tranquil and peace filled valley which the hobbits call home. Screams of fear filled the air. ‘This can’t be happening’ Frodo belched, ‘wha… what do I do?’ he said, stuttering.
The Shire continued to burn, dark riders and even darker horses galloped through the once quiet paths killing any hobbit in sight. No one was safe. ‘Where is Gandalf?’ Frodo thought to himself, ‘why isn’t he helping the village, he couldn’t be… dead, could he?’ Frodo's hands began to shake, he could barely think straight. Frodo slams the window shut and then runs straight to his closest which was thankfully fairly empty as he packed the previous night in preparation for his great adventure. ‘Hopeless’ the ring began to whisper. ‘Hopeless!’ It called, no it screamed to Frodo. Frodo began to feel the urge to put the ring on. However he knew he had to fight it as Gandalf warned him. ‘But where is Gandalf?’ he thought to himself.
Frodo's grip on the ring began to grow, but his will started to weaken. The sound of heavy horses' hooves filled the smokey air. Frodo started to panic as the sound grew louder. The ring's pull felt stronger and stronger. ‘It’s the only option, I must do it, I must’ he quivered. The ring's glow was all that helped him see inside the dark narrow closet.
As the front door began to creep open, Frodo held the ring up to his finger. He thought it was the only option, the only way out. Metal clad footsteps filled the little hobbit hole, it was approaching the closet. Frodo felt as if he was being watched, as if this figure of evil knew where he was. Frodo has completely lost his will, the ring almost touched his finger, then he woke up. He shot straight up in his bed, he gazed to his window to see the great yellow sun filling the bright blue sky with life and light. ‘Was it really just a dream?’ he wondered. ‘but it all felt so real.’ He looked down to his right hand which was squeezing the ring, which was previously on his night stand, so tight it was as if he was going to crush it. Frodo now realized the true power of the ring, the reason it needed to be destroyed.
Reflection
In my adaptation of chapter 3 of the well known novel The Fellowship of the Ring, written by Tolkien, I wanted to express how Frodo might’ve reacted being exposed to the ring's power early on into the tale. I did this by first foreshadowing at the start of my adaptation, “Frodo awoke early in the morning, too early” I wanted to build a great deal of suspense to make the reader continue reading as Tolkien does within his writing. This also helped make the reader feel slightly uneasy or as if something bad was going to happen. Throughout writing The Fellowship of the Ring, Tolkien tended to use a limited narrator during dramatic scenes to build lot’s of tension.
Work Cited
Tolkien, J.R.R. The Fellowship of the Ring. Harper Collins, 2007.
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