After my diagnosis, I felt my own fellowship form. My parents came together to do their best to protect me; they protected me from germs, infections, depression, and loneliness. My best friend and sister provided levity in a dark time much like Merry and Pippin. I met another cancer survivor who proved to be a great guide on my journey, showing me the path to recovery.
I recently turned to The Hobbit when I was down with a killer migraine. Reading it wasn't exactly like meeting an old friend, because I didn't remember most of the book. But that didn't matter, because opening up the book and diving in, I felt welcomed by the narrative voice which is so very wise and warm -- and wry.