After a long reluctance to leave his comfortable home in the Shire, a location probably modelled after the South Downs of England, Frodo finally undertakes his epic journey, accompanied by his hobbit companions Samwise, Merry, and Pippin. It takes over a year for Frodo to begin his journey and it takes half of the book for him to finally reach the borders of the Shire. They dawdle, delay, get lost in the woods, and get kidnapped by wights, and the reader is subjected to lengthy descriptions of the landscape and topography. In addition to his obsession with linguistics, Tolkien was also extremely interested in geography, and his fictitious realm of Middle Earth receives rather more attention to detail than is needed for the story. In fact, his lore and world building seems to be his main priority, and whilst no doubt endlessly fascinating for himself and his many fans, I found a lot of it a real bore. Unlike some other franchises, I am not overly invested in Tolkien's world, so it was a struggle to maintain interest.
The story does pick up a little when the gang are pursued by Ringwraiths, sinister agents of Sauron, but there are numerous other delays and digressions that are frustrating to wade through. Eventually, the fellowship of the first book's title is form, made up of hobbits, men, dwarves and elves, and the adventure begins in earnest. By that time I was too bored to care, and the constant references to the larger world continued to be an unwanted distraction. I also noticed that, although Tolkien can wax lyrical for pages about trees and hills, his descriptions of the characters and creatures that populate Middle Earth are surprisingly flimsy.
Rating: 2/5

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