Finding the One Ring

An Essay By Tamerah // 8/6/2007

This last weekend I went camping. It wasn't the best experience of my life and I don't think i am going to include many details about it in this blog seeing as how i was pretty much miserable the whole time. There i said it. Now to get on with my story, The Finding of The Ring.

My mom, my two nephews and I got to the campsite just after three in the afternoon. The weather was mild, not hot but not cold, but if it were one if those it would probably have been cold, though the sun was shining. After taking all of my things to my already set up tent I lounged about for a while until I got bored and started playing around in the fire we had going. While my eldest nephew Isaac and i were playing with the marshmallow poker sticks i happened to notice a glint out of the corner of my eye. I look down into the ashes just outside of the fire pit and i see something gold so i catch it on the bottom of my "pitchfork" as we were calling them, and What Ho? A ring? The first words that came out of my mouth were these "It is the One Ring, I must cast it into the fires of Mount Doom!" And then taking the ring off of the pitchfork I made as if to throw the ring into the campfire (but seeing as how the little gold ring was actually made out of plastic and it would have melted I decided to keep it). I marveled in my new found treasure for the best part of an hour, acting out many scenes from the Lord Of The Rings that i knew by heart (all of witch went right over Isaac's head because he has neither seen the movies nor read the books).
I was really amazed, that of all the things i could have found, I found a gold ring, and of all the people who could have found it, it was me, just about the biggest Lord Of The Rings nerd ever to breathe. Seriously, ask me just about any question about the Lord Of The Rings and I will be able to answer it.

Later that night i was getting into my pajamas and i lost my "Precious" and i was very distraught. I searched for it for at least fifteen minutes, but seeing as how i knew it was in my tent, I gave up the search till the next day when it would be light enough to see. Yet another ironic happening. I, playing the part of Isildur (or Gollum, now that i think about it, although i didn't kill my cousin to gain possession of the Ring nor did i kill my nephew for that matter, but neither did i cut the Ring off of Sauron's hand, but i did find it in a pile of ashes, and in the movie that is what Sauron's finger turned in to), was amazed to find that the Ring had betrayed me (just as it did Isildur, but not to my death, thank goodness) and it left me for another (though no other actually found it). But the next day when i found the Ring again on the floor of my tent my little play of The Lord Of The Rings was shattered, and after i put it on i realized more things were wrong. One, when i put the Ring on i didn't disappear, Two, the Ring could only fit on my pinky, whereas Frodo always wore it on his index finger (which is really rather silly, who ever wears a ring on their index finger?) and Three, the gold on the Ring was beginning to chip off, revealing a dark grey color underneath, and as everyone knows, the Ring never even had a scratch on it, so it certainly would not have been chipping.

And this is the end of my story. If any of you are wondering, it is actually a true story.
And if anyone of you wants to test my magnificent knowledge of the Lord Of The Rings, bring it on.