“All that is gold does not glitter,
not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
a light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
the crownless again shall be king.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

I may have taken a small amount of liberty with the telling of this story.  While it is based on actual event, it is still a work of fiction.

I am entering this story in ⇝Synchronicity Monthly Writing Contest for the month of December.  If I finish it in time. Fingers crossed.