With the sweeping box-office successes of both The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit trilogies, you would think the line of Tolkien ( yes, a Middle Earth term ) would dismiss any resentment at Jackson's embellishments and allow one last trilogy to unfold. By denying Jackson the rights to recreate The Silmarillion, Tolkien is thereby denying the world one last look into Middle Earth.
It saddens me to realize that this journey could be over. I was a small boy when The Fellowship of the Ring arrived in theaters. I was young enough to ignore the books, but old enough to appreciate what they inspired. When I finally had my chance to see what the universal fuss was about, I was smitten by its pure creativity, spirit, and heart. Middle Earth was a real world to me. Soon, I was enjoying adventures of my own. Walking in the woods, staying up late, trailing mud and twigs and fireflies, not unlike our dear Bilbo.
The Two Towers and The Return of the King brought in topics such as despair, suffering, and distrust; as well as loyalty, honor, and forgiveness. Such things are well-known in our world, and so we sympathize with the characters of these stories. I have yet to experience anything like this world that J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson created, both in literature and cinema. Monthly cycles of reading and watching became a large part of my early teen years.
When The Hobbit was first announced to be in production, I was instantly transported into the world of dwarves and gold, dragons and adventure. I read the book over and over to fuel my excitement for Jackson's next Middle Earth installment. When Jackson posted a blog video, I watched it. When he released a production video, I saw that too. When the trailer was scheduled to air, I was there waiting at my computer. The Hobbit was predicted to be one movie, then became too big a story. Two were planned, and the plot doubled. It seemed a trilogy adaptation could be the only way to encompass such a tale. I had no complaint. The adventure of There and Back Again, the hardship of The Desolation of Smaug, and the sorrow of The Battle of the Five Armies delved deep into my heart. And those feelings will never let go.
Now, five years later, I am now twenty. The Hobbit Trilogy has been complete for a year. The Lord of the Rings Trilogy has been in this world for over a decade. The books that started it all have been around for nearly three quarters of a century. Like the Arkenstone of Thror to Thrain to Thorin, Middle Earth has been ingrained from my grandfather to my father, and from my father to me. And like the king's jewel, this epic collection of stories crowns all other gems, be they books or movies.
Thank you Tolkien, for sharing with us the world of your dreams. Thank you, Jackson, for bringing those dreams to life. Am I ready for the stories to end as they are? No. I will not give up hope that, one day, we may see the great beginnings of Middle Earth unfold in cinema as The Silmarillion. I pray that the line of Tolkien would agree with Gandalf: that "all good stories deserve embellishment." But for now, I will love what we have right now. I will relax in my armchair and enjoy my books, waiting and hoping for the next adventure to come knocking at the door.