Some people just don’t get it. And that’s okay; I wouldn’t have it any other way. But for those of us that do get it – I mean really get it – the past few years have been a dream. And a lot of it wouldn’t be possible without the Tolkien Online gang. I really do mean that.
Sure, Peter Jackson did his part too. But he also got a Golden Globe. Jonathan and crew here don’t get the recognition they deserve. And I know they aren’t searching for recognition. They run this site because they simply have no choice. Because – and I never thought I would say this of anyone – they love J.R.R. Tolkien even more than I do. And that’s saying something, seeing as I worship Tolkien’s works as many people do the Bible. When I was 11 and read The Lord of the Rings for the first of many times, I in fact told my mother that I would rather go to Middle Earth than Heaven. She frowned and then promptly grounded me. My point? She is one of those people who just doesn’t get it.
Some of us need a place like Tolkien Online where we can come to hobnob with other enthusiast, or just listen to them talk. Where we can relive the forging of Anduril and the the Crossing of the Dead Marshes. Where we can vent about Gandalf’s death after having read “The Bridge of Khazad-dum” for the seventh time. Where we can – without reservation – say things like “The Lord of the Rings is simply the greatest story ever told,” and “The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen is the most powerful love story ever come to life.” I believe those things and I know you all do too. Because we get it. And we need to be around other people that get it.
I’ve been visiting Tolkien Online for almost five years now and this is my first posting. I always knew I wanted to say something and sometimes I wanted to comment, but for some reason I kept to the shadows, content to be a Ranger of the North rather than a King of men. And it finally struck me why I needed to visit this site as often as I did. It wasn’t because I needed pictures of Gimli at Balin’s tomb and it wasn’t because I need to read original poetry about Númenor. It was because I needed that reassurance that I wasn’t the only person in this world that understood what Tolkien’s world was all about. I needed to know that I wasn’t the only one that would trade a trip to Heaven for a trip to Rivendell. I needed to know that I wasn’t the only one that got it.
So I guess this is just my little thanks you to all of you that have reassured me of this daily. And it’s an even bigger thank you to the people that created a little slice of Middle Earth in the midst of our crazy world.