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Becoming a Baggins of Bag End

Nearly 20 years ago the final installment of the Lord of the Rings trilogy debuted in cinemas around the world. Thus ending, so it would appear at that time, our journey to Middle Earth. The original LOTR trilogy had a profound effect on me. I saw each film multiple times in theatres. I bought the DVDs. I was gifted the Extended Editions. I loved every single bit of those films.

As it would be, I was not alone.

People from all around the world flocked to theatres, bought the videos, and a whole new fandom was born. The only thing that was missing was to go and visit. In 2007 I made a mid-semester trip to New Zealand. I participated in a few LOTR tours and loved New Zealand. The one place I could not get to, because I didn’t have a car, was to Hobbiton. I had read and seen numerous things about how they had preserved the film set and it was open for tours.

I would not be denied a second time.

Armed with an actual car (yay!) and a partner who was as equally enthralled by the films as I was, we made our way to Hobbiton. After a roughly two-hour drive from Auckland, we arrived at the car park. We checked in, hopped on a bus, and were whisked away to the set.

I swear, I can hear Howard Shore’s score as I look at this image. It’s even playing in my head as I type these words. Also, yeah, there were some goosebumps.

Now, I don’t think I need to tell you that I was truly and absolutely giddy with delight upon seeing the rolling green hills, the farm animals grazing about, and finally The Shire. The set is on an active farm. Meaning that there are various animals roaming the grounds because they live there.

Walking the path into Hobbiton really made me feel nostalgic. I remember watching the trailer for Fellowship of the Ring debut before Tim Burton’s Planet of the Apes and it made me hum with anticipation. I had read the books as a younger person, and even seen the animated Hobbit movie, and I was excited to see them bring a Hobbit to life. The walk in did not disappoint.

This is the same entrance Gandalf The Grey uses when he arrives in Hobbiton for Bilbo’s party! This means that Sir Ian McKellan and Elijah Wood stood right there! I’m not one to get giddy or starstruck easily, but I did here and there wasn’t even anyone actually there. I was, to say the least, excited.

Walking around, and being guided by our amazing tour guide Kate, we could see the attention to detail. Various little things indicated who lived where. Whether it was an item hanging in a window or a workbench nestled up to the hillside, each item told a story. All of this was done knowing it would not make it on the screen long enough to be noticed. The craftspeople and artisans take immense pride in their work and it shows. It was a wonderful thing to see first hand and enjoyable to experience.

Slowly but surely we made our way to the top of the small valley. That’s where the most famous resident of Hobbiton lives. I’m talking of course about Bilbo Baggins.

I can’t get over it. Words escaped me at this moment because it was such an out-of-body experience. Listening to our guide, Kate, tell us about how the set was all built and how she herself was an extra in The Hobbit prequels really drove home how magical this place really is. The people who work there are locals and they take huge pride in visitors coming from all around the world to see their little slice of heaven.

Honestly, we could not have picked a more beautiful day to visit if we tried. Being winter, it was still a bit nippy but not too cold. The clouds were out and provided an exquisite backdrop for all of our photos.

After seeing the spot where Bilbo had his 111th birthday party we made our way to The Green Dragon. It is an actual working pub/restaurant open only to guests on the tour. The walk across the bridge to get there was one of my favorite things.

It. Is. Perfect.

Inside the Green Dragon is a cozy space where we were offered a special ale brewed specifically for the tour. We discovered that the brewery that makes the ale was close to the film set. But, that’s another story for another post. Stay tuned!

Roaring fires. Malt beers. But no red meat right off the bone, sorry Gimli.

The Green Dragon is the end of the tour and it is a perfect way to end the roughly two-hour visit. You can grab a pint, yes Pippin it comes in pints, and cozy up to a fireplace, or take a seat outside and drink in (literally and figuratively) the landscape that is Hobbiton.

Because they were actively constructing a new Hobbit house experience (below) we were each gifted a handmade, not sold in stores, mug. You can find people selling theirs on certain sites but it’s best to just go to Hobbiton. Trust me.

The grounds from Bilbo’s house.

Out of all of the things we ended up doing in New Zealand this was by far my favorite. The magic I felt walking into the set was unlike anything I’ve felt in a long long time. It’s also made me nostalgic for the movies and I am going to log off now and go start rewatching the Lord of the Rings trilogy again. Thanks for stopping by and I will see you next time!

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“Jaw With John” – One Ring To Rule Them All?

My husband and I have been arguing about this for the past year.

I picked out my engagement ring and wedding band before my husband ever asked me to marry him. I love my rings and there is absolutely nothing wrong with them.

While my mom was going through cancer treatments she gave me her wedding set (the diamond is a very old family diamond). I asked my husband if we could get the diamond put into a new setting and wear the new ring with my original wedding band instead of my engagement ring. I was honored that my mom entrusted me with her wedding set (since my parents are still married) and since the diamond is a family diamond I would love to be able to wear it instead of hiding it away in a jewelry box.

I believe that by still wearing my wedding band with the new ring it is a good compromise. I’ll be wearing what my husband put on my finger when we got married as well as wearing an old family stone.

My husband thinks that because I asked to do this that I don’t like my rings anymore or that they don’t mean anything to me. — Ringed Out

Dear Ringed:

The ring is yours. Your own. Your precious.

Take a gander at that Boromir quote above. “It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing.” Never has that been more accurate outside of the Lord of the Rings books & movies than now. You are suffering with your husband over such a small thing that surely there can be a compromise.

Perhaps you can combine the two engagement rings and create something that is part old family and your new family. Bridge the two new families into an infinite circle that you would wear daily.

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When In Wanaka

After spending a few months on the island continent Australia I was itching to spread my wings. I had a semester break at the end of September/beginning of October and I knew where I wanted to go: New Zealand.

The scary part was that I was going to be doing this 100% on my own. I wasn’t going to meet anyone there that was part of my university or study abroad group. I was doing this for me. It was a huge step for me to travel and make plans on my own and it gave me confidence for future travel adventures. In my head I already knew that I wanted to go and see some of the Lord of the Rings filming locations, so I made it a mission to do just that. I decided to start my adventure on the South Island or Te Waipounamu in the city of Queenstown and I booked a day tour that would take me around to various locations used in the filming of the Lord of the Rings films.

An odd connection from Brisbane to an overnight in Melbourne to an AM Sydney flight and running through the Sydney airport to catch a flight, then a few hours staring out a Qantas window, a movie about a Scottish cyclist (The Flying Scotsman) and a crappy Robin Williams movie (License To Wed) later … I landed in Queenstown.

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I had arranged to be driven to Wanaka via a shuttle bus. the only problem was that I didn’t know/remember the name of the bus. This was before the smartphone era so I had to boot up my laptop and then try and find WiFi at the airport and STILL, I was stuck. I knew when I was going to be picked up, but I didn’t know by who. When the time came to be picked up I wandered around the shuttles and saw one. I guess I looked lost because the driver immediately asked if I was going to Wanaka and if I was staying at the Minaret Lodge B&B. I was relieved that he named the right place! I handed him the money I owed and off I went.

I stared out the window and took in the beautiful scenery. I hadn’t seen anything like it before. Everything was so green and pristine. Truly beautiful.

The bus snaked up a windy road and when we reached the top, I was surprised to see snowflakes fall lightly on the window. It was nearly October. It was supposed to be transitioning from Spring into Summer. Brisbane was warm-to-hot nearly every day. I also hadn’t seen snow fall since I was about 10 or 11 years old. I nearly forgot what it looked like.

One-by-one, and sometimes more, people were being dropped off at their respective hotels until it was me and two other people left. The sun had gone down long ago leaving only the orange glow of the streetlights to cut through the darkness. The bus pulled up to a driveway covered in tiny pebbles and I was let out. I was greeted by a kind woman, who was also the owner, who showed me to my Hobbit-sized room.

After traveling all that way, I had nearly forgotten that I had booked a room that would make me feel like a hobbit.

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After getting settled the owner asked if I wanted to head into town to get some dinner, since she was heading there. I would have to walk back, but I didn’t mind so I took her up on it and she dropped me off right next to the restaurant she recommended to me: The Cow. Situated right next to the Post Office, The Cow Pizza & Spaghetti House, is truly one of the best pizzas I have ever eaten. It’s a warm and inviting place full of history and great pizza. I sat down, ordered one of the local seasonal beers and of course a pizza.

I don’t recall a time before this where I went out to dinner by myself. It was nice. I was able to take in everything around me. I felt the warmth of the wood fire, I heard the locals talk and I saw people young and old enjoying the ambiance, each other and the food. You can’t beat that.

At the end of my meal I noticed a few t-shirts hanging around and I asked the waitress which one looked better on me. She told me the tan one and it’s still a shirt that I own and wear to this day.

On my way back to my room I took the road parallel to Roys Bay and you know what I heard? Nothing. It was a silent, quiet night and I was able to enjoy the serenity of a nighttime lakeside walk on the aptly named Lakeside Rd as I made my way back to my Hobbit-sized room.

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