I didn't just read Lord of the Rings. I experienced it. Spiritual so. I discovered Tolkien's masterpiece later on in my life. Somehow Frodo and Sam managed to slip by me during the turbulent 60's and 70's. I wasn't much of a reader during my childhood. But my grandchildren are...at least those who are able to so far.
My oldest grandchild, Jakob devours books. He's even writing his own book. He's 11 and has read the Fellowship of the Ring, and The Hobbit. We've been talking about doing a marathon movie night with all three extended versions. But that would take about 12 hours and neither of us have had the time to do that. But, before he returned to school after the Christmas break, we scheduled the first installment. Prior to Jake's arrival, I had to create a bit of Middle Earth magic for the proper LOTR atmosphere.
For various and sundry reasons, I have acquired a few LOTR standees. I dusted off the boys and put them on the porch to greet Jake. 
Next, I printed out the words that hovered over the entrance to the Mines of Moria (Speak Friend and Enter) and then left my cell phone outside for Jake to call me and give me the answer to the riddle, which he did with no problem. (Notice the "one ring" on his finger).
We then donned Elven cloaks and prepared for the movie. During intermission, we dined on Po-Ta-To soup and sausages, apples, and lembas bread. The soup was especially tasty.
I have to say that Fellowship is my favorite of the three movies. Though I regretted the decision to omit Tom Bombadil and his trusty pony, Fatty Lumpkin, it still delivers. No matter how many times I see it, I tear up at Boramir's "departure". And though I know Gandalf returns, my heart catches as he urges the Fellowship to "fly you fools" and that boy soprano starts singing the haunting lamentation.
But the best part was sharing this with my grandson.
