And just like that, it’s been 25 years since The Fellowship of the Ring came out. Twenty-five years since I came across this epic and used all persuasive language I knew to convince my parents it was worth watching—citing the use of allegory in the story, Lewis and Tolkien’s friendship, symbolism—just to watch it, because I really wanted to. And now, 25 years later, seeing it in the cinema for the first time—its tale remains so familiar and yet so relevant, the themes and dialogues are still there, but hold a deeper meaning because of life and what you’ve been through, the scenes and music still enrich the experience. It’s like going on a journey through yesteryears with an old friend and finding that a lot of what was true back then is still true today. Some stories really never get old but take on different, deeper meanings every time you go there and back again. The Fellowship of the Ring is one of those.