This is the meeting hall of the wise men, the first wisard academy.
The wisards have seen their star in the east and prepare to journey.
An old Spaniard on a tired horse will join them along the way.
He will sing.
“This is my quest, to follow that star,
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far,
To fight for the right without question or pause,
To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause.
And I know, if I’ll only be true to this glorious quest,
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I’m laid to my rest…”
Frodo Baggins will carry a ring. His friend will be called Samwise and his sword will be called Sting. Who else will we meet along the way?
Only you can say.
Only you can say.