THE HOBBIT: AN ADVENTURE THAT NEVER ENDED

HUGE SPOILER ALERT: We aren't, in any way, responsible for any spoilers of this adventure. Do read THE HOBBIT before diving into the adventure of reading this article. What do we say, my precious?

We don't precisely remember, but as far as our memory goes, it was in 8th class when we picked up this book called THE HOBBIT from our school library, just like how the Hobbit was forced into his adventure. We knew we weren't prepared enough for this adventure of devouring such a thick, amazing book, as we were very comfortable in our little Hobbit-hole of children's books at the time.

But, my precious, we should really appreciate our courage back then for even attempting to read this book.

We may be misleading you here, so let us clear the mist for you. We read the book—it's true, my precious. But did we finish it completely? Not true, my precious. We really blame our 8th-class selves for abandoning this adventure midway.

And you know what, my precious? This kind of thing happened to us repeatedly, like a never-ending cycle. We would issue the book from the library, begin reading it from the very first page, and yet never manage to finish it before it had to be returned. We weren't able to finish it, because we had a busy routine.

Huh huh... just kidding, my precious.

We were simply frustrated by the fact that we could never finish it on time.

It always went like this, my precious: the due date for returning the book would appear, as if we had removed our precious ring. Then we'd submit it, and it would vanish from our hands—poof!—just as everything disappears when we wear the ring, my precious.

But, my precious, one fine gloomy day, determined once and for all to address the dragon in the room, we issued the book again. This time, we had to complete this adventure.

And finally, just when everything seemed to be favouring us, the magical forces joined hands and declared that library books would no longer be issued to 10th-class students from the upcoming library sessions, as the trumpet of the board examinations had been blown.

The adventure had already taken us two years. We had grown older. We were now in 10th class, my precious.

Let me describe the conflict to you, my precious.

The due date was nearing, and if we surrendered the book this time, we wouldn't be able to get it back until after our board-exam adventure had ended.

And the clock was ticking away...

(Just to add a little dramatic effect, my precious.)

So, guess what we did, my precious?

At last, the dragon was slain. The townsfolk rejoiced. And thus, we finally completed our adventure, my precious.

Just imagine, my precious, that you ate a dish knowing nothing about it, only to cherish its aftertaste forever.

We vouch, my precious—you'll experience the very same feeling after reading THE HOBBIT.

Well...

THE HOBBIT wasn't one hell of an adventure, was it, my precious?

By the way...

Where is our ring, my precious?

...

That Hobbit...

We are...

...

Okay... what the heck just happened?

Did I just keep talking to myself, saying "my precious"?

Oh no...

It happened again.

I agree—I had to begin this adventure many times, but I certainly don't deserve to be trapped in its loop forever.

This has to end.

Well...

I'll skip THE LORD OF THE RINGS.

That should solve the problem, shouldn't it?

What did we just say, my precious?

Nothing...

We shall soon be embarking on the adventure of THE LORD OF THE RINGS.

Till then, take care...

...and get ready for it, my precious.

P.S. We are forever grateful to J.R.R Tolkien for giving this masterpiece to mankind.