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It was a warm, spring day, that fateful afternoon on the outskirts of the sleepy shire-town of Bag End. The small man didn’t realize the tumultuous times just ahead of him were but the will of Fate calling for action to be taken. No one realized in the sleepy town what the significance of the visit from the old man Gandalf would play on the future of the world. Indeed, it was but another yearly visit from the old wizard to his good friend that led him into that Hobbit-hole, or so it was assumed. Indeed, no one would have assumed that the man so short in stature would make such a difference as to topple an evil so great that it dwarfed even the ghastly thought of running out of legumes for the second daily breakfast.
But it was that fateful day in late spring that sparked a journey that would take the man so unassuming, so peaceful in nature to the very bowels of Mordor itself! To cast away the Ring that had caused such untold pain and suffering upon the whole of Middle-Earth was not a job for the faint of heart. Oh, no! It was a quest to be taken by one of valor and knightly stature, for what role would a mere hobbit play in the fate of the all of Middle-Earth, aside from keeping away from trouble?
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And now, the rest of the story…
Although the little hobbit was helped along by the ragtag group of adventurers, and even had been given by the queen of the elves herself the mighty short blade known as Sting, and though he had the One true ring of power in his possession, it was not a journey that was to be taken lightly. It was in fact, a journey that would test the very mettle the little hobbit had coursing through his veins, lo, those long many days ago. For it was known by those who studied such things as the art of magic, that none but the most stalwart of heart could even hold the Ring whilst resisting its power over its wielder. Indeed, the ring had corrupted all it had touched, and many that had merely gazed into its golden surface and seen the writing in that ancient tongue. But the little hobbit was determined to do what was right, for he knew that the fate Bag End, indeed the whole world, rested in his little hands. Oh, what a burden! The Ring felt heavy in his little hands.
But it was to come to pass that, even when persued by the dark powers of the Dark Lord, the Nazgul, and beset upon by giant spiders and a weasely, mutated creature named Gollum, this little hobbit was to destroy the One Ring and return Middle-Earth to its present state of peace and goodness to all its inhabitants.
It was then that the man was to go down in the annals of history. The man we know as…
… Frodo Baggins.
And now you know, the rest of the story.
Paul Harvey…
… Good day!