The great adventure was started in 2001.
I was there when the brave little Frodo Baggins took the biggest decision he ever made in life, volunteered to take the One Ring to Mount Doom.
I was there when his fellow hobbits Sam, Merry and Pippin along with Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Boromir and many others risked their lives to protect Frodo.
I was there, with a question in mind, could Frodo survive such incredibly dangerous journey? It was a long, long way to Mount Doom, with a bunch of orcs, nazguls, uruk-hai and stuffs chasing after him. I was there, crossing my finger, following every step they take, witnessing sacrifices they make, whispering prayers for them to succeed.
I was still there some two years later, when finally the One Ring was thrown to the fire of Mount Doom, thence-forward the era of Sauron ended, and peace came to Middle Earth. How my heart was filled with triumphant joy! How I clapped my hands like mad to see charming Legolas, alive, handsome and graceful as ever, popping out of the curtain!
I was there, witnessing everything from my seat. And I’m proud of “simply being there”.
I was there…!!! Were you…? :p