That moment when the plot commits itself to a certain trajectory and you just know
it when you see it, even if you don’t know where the story is ultimately headed.
The window of possibility narrows down and the story orients itself in a particular
It’s like in The Lord of the Rings when Frodo finally reaches Rivendell bearing the
One Ring, believing that his part to play has been fulfilled. His mind drifts back to
his home in the Shire. And from what you know at that point, you’d be forgiven
for believing that too. But then you do a quick flip check and realize that you still
have about 700 or so pages to go. There must be more to this story. Among the
elves at Rivendell, in perceived safety, Frodo and his companions discover another
dark layer of meaning about this unassuming ring which will alter their courses
dramatically. Frodo begins to see the ring working its discord already amongst the
fellowship before it has even been officially formed -- the ring corrupts even the
question of what to do with it -- and he puts himself forward as the one to resume
the journey, carrying the Ring all the way to Mordor to cast it back into the flames
from which it came.