Delineates how much of J.R.R. Tolkien’s “Fellowship of the Ring” is about preparing Frodo especially so that if caught out alone, he’d never dare venture a decent listen to anyone who might attempt to sway him to consider the due fate for the Ring, other than according to Gandalf’s specifications. Positions the text as one that bates the reader with the allure of calling authority figures to task, of possibly borrowing on their own leadership, what they themselves have thought or done, to impel fully attending to them at times, only so as to persuade them that the consequences for doing so are likely far more formidable than they could ever possibly manage. Called out like that, drawn out like that, it’s a text designed to leave the reader to entwine ever-deeper within themselves a sense of severe scolding on any pleasure in acting in any personal good faith. It teaches one to be less able to see flaws in those you believe you can’t live without, even when ever-more incrementally encroaching and accumulating before you. What they don’t want you to see, you never will. What they expect you to do, but which arouses guilt if expressed forthright, you’ll pluck out of the air and assume your own decision or choice. “Lord of the Rings” becomes a vile road, that requires an outside critic as guide, to thwart all that Tolkien and the likes of his Gandalf, would have of you.