Gandalf The Grey is dead. I, of course, knew that it would end this way.  However, the fellowship needed to see the positivity, that indominable sense that good will prevail, but good doesn’t always win the battle.  Good doesn’t always ride off into the sunset on a dashing, brilliant white stallion.  Everything that is bad about this godforsaken earth injects its poison and spreads its plague as far as the eye can see.  The shadows and the light.  Nothing is safe from the rottenness that evil has permeated.  The one ring to rule them all is no different.   Power corrupts, and the ring maintains it.  The fellowship is in chaos. …