At dinner, Peter’s parents asked him how his first day had gone, while his little sister Mireia played with her noodles. He answered all their questions until suddenly, he was hit in the face by a flying noodle. “Mireia! Stop it!” Peter shouted. “Peter, behave yourself, she’s your little sister and she’s just playing,” his mother began. “Besides, you need to start getting used to having younger siblings to look after.” “Siblings?” he replied. “Yes,” his father said, smiling. “You should know that your mother and I are expecting another child.” “What??? I don’t want another sibling! Ever since Mireia arrived, you don’t pay attention to me, and with another one it’ll be even worse! Today, all the other kids were picked up, but I had to walk home in the rain!” “But Peter…” his parents started. Crying, he ran to his room and locked himself in. He threw himself onto his bed and continued sobbing, tears streaming down his face. That’s when a strange light illuminated his face. Peter lifted his head just in time to see that the book was glowing again, almost ghostly but at the same time radiating warmth throughout the room. Wiping his tears, he got up from the bed and opened the book to see where the light was coming from; only the first page was glowing, and at the bottom of the page, a few letters had appeared: “The Lord of the Rings: In the Land of Mordor.” Suddenly, the lights in the room went out, and the book swallowed him. He woke up in what seemed like a kind of cave, the air suffocating, and suddenly he felt very thirsty. He got up, trying to make out what was in the cave, and then discovered that a little further in, there seemed to be a fire and some people talking. Without thinking twice, he headed toward them to ask where they were. “Look, he’s finally awake,” said a rough, deep voice. Suddenly, he was horrified—around the fire there weren’t people! The one who had spoken was a dwarf with a long beard, next to him was a tall elf dressed in green, and completing the trio was a childlike figure with hair on the tops of their feet and the face of an adult—a hobbit! “But, but, where am I? Who are you?” Peter asked. “Don’t say nonsense, Peraton, son of Francescur from the city of Terrassatith, we are your travel companions and we are at the foot of the Mountain of Destiny, the end of our mission!” replied the dwarf, who was called Carly. “What? What do you mean?” “Look, Peraton, you know perfectly well that we are the only hope of Middle-earth, you are the chosen one who has been designated to carry the One Ring to its destruction and thus save the whole world. We’ve been accompanying you for half a year to get here, and it’s right here, at the Mountain of Destiny, where you must throw the ring,” explained the elf, who, as they later told him, was named Estevelas. Over the next hour, they explained everything he needed to know and all the details of his mission. It turned out the hobbit was named Helem and had been his loyal friend for years. Once they had eaten, Estevelas began to explain the plan they had to follow to complete their mission. A few hours later, it was time to leave. Peraton dressed in disguise, trying to look like an orc, and so did his companion Helem; the other two armed themselves and set off toward the Dark Tower to draw the attention of the Dark Lord and give the other two a better chance. Dressed as orcs, Peraton and Helem began the journey; they were only a few hours from the Mountain of Destiny, also known as Cotiella. The climb seemed endless, and the ring grew heavier and heavier. When they were sure no enemy could see them up there, they took off their orc costumes and stopped to eat some of that elven bread to regain their strength. Once they had rested, they continued on until suddenly: “Ahhhhg!” cried Helem. The evil Jordatum of many personalities (mostly masculine and feminine, with some German thrown in from time to time) had thrown himself upon Helem to prevent them from destroying the ring. “Run, Peraton! Run!” Helem shouted. “Nooo, the ring is mine! Haitch, vaitch saken!” Jordatum yelled. Seeing the entrance to the Mountain of Destiny, Peraton decided to finally be rid of the burden. He ran toward it, thinking of his family waiting for him at home, and threw the ring into the magma without ever thinking of keeping it for himself. A blinding light illuminated everything, and his surroundings began to blur.