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So as you watch this clip who to you associate your self with, I ask myself. Is it Aragorn and his strength, Legolas and his skill, Gandalf with his power, Frodo with a mission or Gimli with his ferocity? Maybe I feel a little less noble and strong maybe I can really relate to Boromir and his attempts to be noble, but his lust for power gets to him, or I feel like Sam the good friend of someone with a mission and I want to make sure they feel supported.  I have and do feel many times like Merry and &amp; Pippin lost in self-gratification not knowing what to do.

This scene really got to me. With my present state of mind I was shocked to see how my heart reacted to the characters, I lost focus on the hero's, their companions, I was caught off guard by the profound amount of emotion I felt for the "Cave Troll."

If you watch you can see that this "Troll" has a chain around his neck. Is he someones pet? What was he like as a little cave troll? What did they do to him to shape him into this angry, violent, controlled monster? Now he has become an object that is used to break through, inflict damage, bring violence to a whole new level. But he ends up dead, just another victim of the fellowship of the ring onslaught.

What if one of our "heroes" knew the troll language, or had some troll food. Could this enemy have been tamed, befriended or at least set free?

I have spent so much time in my life polarizing people, groups, beliefs into some sort of enemy. That way I know who I can criticize, judge, inflict punishment on. At the same time I have hidden my pain, projected my stuff on all sorts of people. I have judged so many things by its cover or appearance. Always imagining that I am Aragorn fighting for freedom.

Matthew 11:12
From the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffers violence, and violent men take it by force.

Reality sets in and I realize, "I'm the Troll." I am the real enemy. My fear and pain have been my shelter, I have allowed myself to be used and abused to hopefully find somewhere to belong. I have a big chain around my neck, I'm tired, hungry and dying.

Nothing Real can be threatened.
Nothing unreal exists.
Herein lies the Peace of God.
- A Course in Miracles