So off I went to the Golden Wood. But as I went, my mind was spinning with thoughts, my head whirling with thoughts. Was Mr Elessar really the long lost king of Gondor?1 Had the Last Ring been kept hidden from all in the company of low and dirty thieves these past hundreds of years?2 These, and other thoughts like those ones, weighed heavy on my mind as I entered under the eaves of the Golden Wood.






