Today my best friend and I finished reading Tolkien's "The Hobbit." This was her first time reading it and my... tenth or eleventh. And that's not counting all the times my mother read it to my brother and I. (We were very lucky kids. Our bedtime stories consisted of 'A Wrinkle in Time, Phantom Tollbooth, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, C.S. Lewis and Tolkien.)
My goodness, you needed an arc to get around we were sobbing tidal waves. I can still hear my friend crying, "Why did Fili and Kili and Thorin have to die?!" And I wondered that too. Thorin so desperately wanted to restore his Homeland to his people. To give his precious sister-sons a Home. He dreamed of that day for years. He lost so much and gained so little and then, when his dreams were finally coming true his life was dashed away. And the lives of his boys too.
Maybe I'll never know.
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