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For one whole year he did nothing but run, travelling back and forth across
Middle Earth as he waited for his luck to run out. He hadn’t expected it to
go on that long, but one thing kept leading to another, and by the time Frodo
understood what was happening to him, he was past the point of wanting it to
end.
Three days into the thirteenth month he met up with the man who called himself
Strider. It was one of those random, accidental encounters that seem to materialize
out of thin air – a twig that breaks off in the wind and suddenly lands at your
feet. Had it occurred at any other moment, it is doubtful that Frodo would have
opened his mouth.
But because he had already given up, because he figured there was nothing to
lose anymore, he saw the stranger as a reprieve, as a last chance to do something
for himself before it was too late. And just like that, he went ahead and did
it. Without the slightest tremor of fear, Frodo closed his eyes and jumped.
It all came down to a question of sequence, the order of events. If it had not
taken the wizard six months to find him, he never would have been on the road
the day he met Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and therefore none of the things that
followed from that meeting ever would have happened...