No matter how much half of me longs to turn left, I'm going to get up and walk through the right door. Why? Yes, through that left door there are wide open fields, mysterious forests, ancient towers, ents, and the option to go running barefoot as I please, but who would I share it with? As I read Child's opening post, I began scanning through the list in my mind of who to bring along. "Mom? Dad? My sister? Which friend?" If someone dear to me walked into Middle-earth with me, the thought of leaving the rest of them behind would haunt me forever. So, I will happily climb out of bed, and enter the world where Hobbits, Elves, Dwarves, and others only exist on that little section of shelf in my room where I keep my Tolkien books.
