After all, I believe that legends and myths are largely made of 'truth'.

I dislike allegory wherever I smell it.

Each of us embodies, in a particular tale and clothed in the garments of time & place, universal truth and everlasting life.

Thus Aragorn for the first time in the full light of day beheld Éowyn, Lady of Rohan, and thought her fair, fair and cold, like a morning of pale spring that is not yet come to womanhood. And she was now suddenly aware of him: tall heir of kings, wise with many winters, greycloaked, hiding a power that yet she felt. For a moment still as stone she stood, then turning swiftly she was gone.

Most people have made this mistake of thinking Middle-earth is a particular kind of earth or is another planet of the science fiction sort but it's just an old fashioned word for this world we live in, as imagined surrounded by the Ocean.

Things will go as they will, and there is no need to hurry to meet them.

We are never late. We arrive precisely when we mean to.