In a few weeks, the tale of the Red Book will be revealed on the cinematic screen with the release of “The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies”. For the past fourteen years, I have held my love for Tolkien’s world and stories close to my heart. At first it was a small spark, barely a flicker, but it then was fed and grew into a roaring inferno that consumed and drove me in my love for it. In the years between the release of the Lord of the Rings films and that of the installments that made up The Hobbit cinematic series (the first of which made my daughter leap in utero), that love has burned down into a glowing ember that I still hold close in my heart.
As this last chapter of the Red Book comes forward, I feel that familiar sadness in my heart that comes with the realization that there will be no more anticipation, no more excitement at first viewings, no more swells of feeling, no more tears. Just the pleasantest of memories, the sweetest of heart-stories. Thank you, to Peter Jackson and every actor, extra, producer, writer, and person who had a hand in this amazing journey. You will never know just what you have meant to me and the joy that you have given my soul. Hannon le. Im mela le, mellon nin.