When I was about twelve, I had a serious thing for The Lord of the Rings. It was, to be fair, exactly the right time to do so; Peter Jackson’s film adaptations were rumbling to a conclusion, and the world was basically saturated with Tolkeinalia.
One of my most prized possessions at this time was a copy of “Lord of the Rings: Weapons and Warfare” by Chris Smith. It sadly fell apart — as, actually, many of my books did… — on a Cub Scout camp with a Lord of the Rings theme, a few years back.
Last weekend I decided to track down for myself a new copy, and midweek, as lunchtime was approaching at the office, I had a delivery.