Maybe the paths that you each shall tread are already laid before your feet, though you do not see them.


In my journey to Middle-earth it was not me who found it, but rather Middle-earth that found me. Little did I know how much it would mean when a battered copy of The Lord of the Rings as if of its own volition found its way into my hands at a book fair. Just like the One Ring picked Its new masters, the volume chose me, but with the great difference: unlike the Ring, the book was there to stay. 

No matter how many times I wander in Middle-earth, there’s always a lot to discover. Born out of a late-night conversationand springing unexpectedly to life like a flame, Middle-earth Reflections is the record of my wanderings in the realms of Middle-earth.