(Yes I know that there are reasons they didn't just have the eagles carry them, unfortunately I can't actually think of that many plot holes in the Lord of the rings.)

Do you think it's easy to build an entire world out of words?

J.R.R. Tolkien spent years and years building Middle Earth, He put a part of his soul into the world, figuratively and literally.

And yet, with all of the work put into it, the stories of that world and the cursed piece of jewelry have plot holes, why didn't the eagles just carry them up the mountain? Why didn't Legolas, with all his perfect aim, just tie the damn ring to an arrow and fire it off into the volcano? Why didn't Gandalf just give Pippin a gun?

So, if Tolkien couldn't fix every little plot hole with his many years of work, How could some random guy writing short stories for an internet forum scrub all of his plot holes out between college classes?

I certainly believe that's not entirely possible, in fact I know it's not entirely possible, a short story like that, created just for the eyes of a few internet denizens, is going to be more hole than story if you attempt to imagine a full picture of the world these people live in.

So, I'll ask you, what do you think happens when a character written to be a perfect logician uses their perfect logic to find one of those plot holes in their own story?

You get the author's will home for the comically sane, where logical folks who have pieced together that they're in a book go to wait out the plot.

After all, the writer doesn't really care what happens after the story ends, none of that will be written out and shown, I just have to wait here until my friend Travells finishes his case with the pun loving opossum, then his story is considered over, and I get to go wander the little world that the writer has assembled.

How did I end up here? Well, despite the fact that I live in a world with magic, I pieced it together from something incredibly mundane. One morning I went to the grocery store and bought a pound of peaches. On the way home It occurred to me that I didn't know of anywhere that could grow peaches and ship them here, fresh, in the middle of January. So, I googled where the brand imported their peaches from and was met with a blank page. Like any curious intellectual, I went directly to the fruit company to ask, when I entered the building I was met with the writer eating peaches in an empty void.

Yeah, I know it's an existential crisis and a half, but it is what it is.

Now, if you excuse me I'm going to take advantage of the fact that my roommates are all exceptionally smart, I haven't had a challenging chess match in ages.

I will not describe the chess match as the writer does not know how professional chess works.