My second character, back in open beta, was an elf loremaster. I was doing the quests out of Duillond and Celondim, and was starting to venture out of the elf-controlled areas. I was running along a road, and there was a path that led up a hill. There were walls around the top of the hill, and I could see lights glowing. As I got to the top of the path, I saw dwarf guards. I approached them with great caution, because I didn't know if they would attack me or not. Were they good guys or bad guys? If they were good guys, could I still go in there, being an elf and elves and dwarfs not getting along? That was my first sight of Gondamon, creeping up one of the steep back door paths in the dark.
The first time I went into the old forest and saw a tree move, I almost wet my pants. I was seeing it through mist, so mostly I was seeing the outline of the tree. It got up and walked, and then it attacked the poor fools ahead of me. I screamed out loud like a little girl.
Beating the boar for the level 40 cooking quest, with my level 30 guardian. I used every buff I had, food, potions, destiny points, and it still took me many tries. I kept aggroing drakes and having to run for my life.
Getting kindred standing with the Mathom House with my loremaster, and getting the turtle pet. It bounces back and forth like a child's pull-toy being pulled fast over cobblestones.
Seeing the Brandywine Bridge for the first time, and Crickethollow. I keep coming across places, people, details, that show me I'm in Middle Earth, not some knockoff but the real thing at last. I've been wanting to go to Middle Earth for 30 years.
Wondering how anyone ever afforded stable horses, or wax.
Searching every novice woodworker npc to see if they sold rowan hafts and hammers, before I learned they were made by tier 1 woodworkers and I had to actually trade with other people to get them.
Selling my first stack of boiled light leather, offering a price of twice what the vendor NPCs would pay, having the other person think I meant silver instead of copper and still happily paying that price, and realizing I had a lot to learn about how in-game economies worked.
Dying over and over in the Great Barrow and having my equipment break. Fighting the guy for the first half of the key, only to have him bug out and leave us all stuck in combat, with no power left.
Having the guy from the level 15 captain's quest show up to help in the level 30 guardian's quest, and having him say he was helped by "a young captain," and thinking, "Hey, that was me!"
Teaming up with another level 12 hunter to get that level 15 warg in the chetwood. We successfully coordinated using our traps and our cries to keep him off us while we whittled him down.
I finished the starter quests in Archet with my hobbit hunter, got my map, and was ported to Little Delving. I tried the postal quest a couple times, got spotted by a nosy hobbit every time, and decided to see what this map did. Clicked on it, and was sent back to Archet. I had no idea how to get back to the Shire, so I ended up doing my low-level quests in the Breelands.
Dying over and over again trying to solo the quest to steal a turtle egg and bring it to the platform in the orc camp. I'd fight from the camp to the turtle nest to clear the way, grab an egg, run back, dodge aggro all the way back to the camp, and then be beat on so severely I couldn't get five feet inside the door. I finally got it, and it took me far too long to remember to swing the camera around to watch the turtle rampage.
Doing Black Fire with my minstrel, remembering other times I'd done it and people died over and over. I tend to solo, so this was the first major quest where I'd been the only minstrel and where we were going to wipe badly if I didn't do my job right. We got through the whole quest with no deaths, and no we-almost-wiped moments. I was so focused on my job I didn't notice the first hill blowing up, and that's not subtle.