There is no "now", there is only "then".
Gone are the days of old, when fellowships roamed the map in vain, searching for elusive gear, planning in advance for Friday night raids.
Gone are the days when goblins from the misty mountains held the pages to legendary books, that gave us extraordinary skills for Moria and beyond.
Gone are the days when through fellowship and triumph alone, we could wield rare relics left behind from the first age.
The Balrog once again roams free in the depths of Moria, unchallenged.
The Red Pass is all but lost in stories of old.
The armor of Fem has become but a legend lost in the desolation of Angmar.
Helchgam waits defiantly in Carn Dum, for a captain to claim his prize.
There will be no "Return of the King".
Lone stragglers alone will not see the ring returned to Mount Doom.
Tolkien, through his writings, has told us that the way to victory is through fellowship, and fellowship alone. Frodo could not have made it "solo" to Mount Doom, rather, he needed his fellowship throughout his entire journey.
Turbine has given us a solo game at this point. There really is no longer a need for a fellowship.
I long for the days of old. But my longing cries, along with many friends of old, go unanswered. They are lost in the barren world known as Middle Earth.