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"Strider now turned their course again north-eastwards, and on the sixth day they reached the top of a long slow-climbing slope, and saw far ahead a huddle of wooded hills."
Peony didn't even ask Strider this time if Rivendell lay somewhere amongst those hills they could glimpse. He always answered patiently, but she didn't really want to know how far they still had to go. But Sam whispered to her: "Only a bit over a hundred miles now, and we've come over three hundred already from Hobbiton." "How is Frodo hanging on?" she asked. "He's hanging on," Sam answered, sounding sure but looking less so. |
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Raefindel,
Tea sounds great to me! I take sugar, and... er... soymilk. It's hard to find in Middle-Earth. Perhaps I should have peppermint tea instead and then I won't need anything to lighten it... Glorfindel, I don't suppose you could tell me a good place to find soymilk around here? No? I was afraid not. Well, on second thought, how about just telling me where to get those silver bells on Asfaloth's headstall? They sound so cheerful. Perhaps a pair of earrings... Ah, thanks, Raefindel. (Takes cup of peppermint tea with contented sigh, peers at Frodo) Hmmm, looks like he needs more than peppermint. |
Why thank you, Rae! I'd love some tea, green tea, if possible. Linnamalle's peppermint tea reminds me of a restaurant in which I once ordered green tea and was brought peppermint. Apparently, they thought that peppermint is green, so that must have been what I wanted!! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
I've slowed down my walking pace a bit during these hot summer days; neither the dog nor I feel like walking at noon, so we skip that one and stay in the shade of the back yard during the hottest time of the day. Nevertheless, it should be no problem to reach Rivendell within this month. After that - does anyone know how far it is to Lothlorien?? Maybe I can reach it by the end of the year... |
I'm back... Well, you probably wouldn't notice if I totally dissapeared. I trully am a loner, aren't I? I suppose my subconcious likes like this... a shadow among the Barrowdowns.
Raindrop tears on the leaves... Summerevening's air... They say the road is more important than the destination and it is true. I'm no longer upset to be left behind. Summer is my world, my birthday is approaching and I don't want my journey through Middle Earth to end... never ever end! It seems the landscape alaways gets the best of me... I'm lost... Can anyone tell me where I am at 233 miles? [ August 03, 2003: Message edited by: Tefalathiel ] |
Tefalathiel, go here and type in your miles, and you will see! No need to be lonely-- with this many people on the trail, somebodys bound to be near you. Check that lovely milage listing that Nurumaiel keeps updating so faithfully! And then scan the horizon!
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Once again I'll be going through the 9 pages (:eek [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] of this thread and updating the mileage list. And guess who's only going to have 7 miles next to their total mileage? [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
If you don't have your mileage in your FROM: space, please put it there if you don't wish to be overlooked in our list. You can do this by hitting the 'My Profile' link near the top of the screen. You'll got to your profile where you list of private messages etc. are, and you'll find a link that says 'View/Update Profile.' Click on it, and then you can put your mileage in your FROM: space. I'll try to get the newest walkers who don't have their mileage in their FROM: space, but I won't guarantee anything. Thanks! |
The tea was delicious; the company even better. I'm taking advantage of the cooling trend and getting in a few extra miles.
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Estelyn: Well, if I added the mileage from my Atlas correctly, it's 285 miles from Rivendell to Lórien; 393 miles from Lórien to Rauros; and 470 miles from Rauros to Mt. Doom. It's a total of 1,606 miles from Bag End to Mt. Doom. I think I can make it to Lórien by the time RotK opens. [img]smilies/tongue.gif[/img] ______________________________ It was quite hot again today. The heat and humidity made us long for the rain and cooler weather to return. The silence of the land and the increasing feeling of watchfulness is beginning to affect the spirits of our company. By day, we walk without speaking, and at night are too weary for tales or songs. I have always enjoyed solitude and the quiet of nature, but I find myself longing for Rivendell, and the singing and storytelling (and the feasting) that is so much a part of Elrond's House. -------------------- "Where did you learn such tales, if all the land is empty and forgetful?" asked Peregrin. "The birds and beasts do not tell tales of that sort." "The heirs of Elendil do not forget all things past," said Strider; "and many more things than I can tell are remembered in Rivendell." "Have you often been to Rivendell?" said Frodo. "I have," said Strider. "I dwelt there once, and still I return when I may. There my heart is; but it is not my fate to sit in peace, even in the fair house of Elrond." |
After a long journey I have finally made it to the last homely house. I am now in sitting with Elrond in the Hall of Fire. I have finally made it to Rivendell [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
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A walk to Lothlorien would be good. One leg of the Journey at a time.
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Gorwingel, congratulations! Don't forget to update your mileage on the Éowyn site and drop them a note to let them know of your arrival. (The link to the page for those who have arrived in Rivendell is in one of my above posts.)
Alatįriėl, thanks for that information! I will gladly stretch the challenge to include a walk to Lothlórien; that should be doable before the RotK movie release date. Edit: I see here that Vardamar has also reached Rivendell, without telling us about it! Congratulations to you too! [ August 04, 2003: Message edited by: Estelyn Telcontar ] |
It looks like four Barrow-Downers are currently relaxing in Rivendell: Aerowen, Linzielf, Vardamar & Gorwingel. Congratulations to all of you!
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______________________________ Strider is pushing us to travel as fast as we can. We still have 85 miles to go in the next 22 days. If I didn't trust his Ranger skills so much, I would think that we were traveling in circles. The countryside today looks the same as it did yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that... -------------------- The hills now began to shut them in. The Road behind held on its way to the River Bruinen, but both were now hidden from view. The travellers came into a long valley; narrow, deeply cloven, dark and silent. Trees with old and twisted roots hung over cliffs, and piled up behind into mounting slopes of pine-wood. The hobbits grew very weary. They advanced slowly, for they had to pick their way through a pathless country, encumbered by fallen trees and tumbled rocks. As long as they could they avoided climbing for Frodo's sake, and because it was in fact difficult to find any way up out of the narrow dales. |
Finally, I've reached Bree and appropriately I have reached it in the rain. Time to sit by the fire, hoist a pint and rest up before the next phase of the trek. [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]
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Mind if I join? I know it is pretty late, but I would still like to try. I figured that if I walk three miles a day I can make it in time. ( [img]smilies/eek.gif[/img] ) so, is it still ok if I join?
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Welcome, elfearz1! Of course you can join, no matter how late you are. I was also late, though only by about 10 - 15 days. [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
How glad I was to say goodbye to the Midgewater Marshes! And how exciting it is to find I've only 240 miles left to go. I was able to ride today without feeling very ahead of myself now that I've passed Bree. Only I wasn't riding a pony, I was riding a Quarter Horse... oopsies. But I used my imagination, and she was similiar to Bill, even if she wasn't as short. You have walked 218 miles. You have passed the eastern edge of the Midgewater Marshes (211). It is 10 miles to the next landmark. You still have 240 miles to Rivendell. They had not gone far on the fifth day when they left the last straggling pools and reed-beds of the marshes behind them. The land before them began steadily to rise again. Away in the distance eastward they could now see a line of hills. The highest of them was at the right of the line and a little separated from the others. It had a conical top, slightly flattened at the summit. 'That is Weathertop,' said Strider. 'The Old Road, which we have left far away on our right, runs to the south of it and passes not far from its foot. We might reach it by noon tomorrow, if we go straight towards it. I suppose we had better do so.' |
The clouds and rain returned this morning before sunrise, and there was a steady drizzle all day. We clambered up and down the slick, rocky hillsides with many a slip and slide. We were all covered in mud by the time we made camp. Strider found a shallow cave, and with the fire, we are able to 'enjoy' our cram and stay moderately dry.
-------------------- They had been two days in this country when the weather turned wet. The wind began to blow steadily out of the West and pour the water of the distant seas on the dark heads of the hills in fine drenching rain. By nightfall they were all soaked, and their camp was cheerless, for they could not get any fire to burn. The next day the hills rose still higher and steeper before them, and they were forced to turn away northwards out of their course. Strider seemed to be getting anxious: they were nearly ten days out from Weathertop, and their stock of provisions was beginning to run low. It went on raining. That night they camped on a stony shelf with a rock-wall behind them, in which there was a shallow cave, a mere scoop in the cliff. Frodo was restless. The cold and wet had made his wound more painful than ever, and the ache and sense of deadly chill took away all sleep. He lay tossing and turning and listening fearfully to the stealthy night-noises: wind in chinks of rock, water dripping, a crack, the sudden rattling fall of a loosened stone. |
Why Thank you, Nurumaiel!
Although her visit had been short she was beginning to fancy the Shire. Its inhabitant's quaint and sheltered life style seemed so innocent and lovely to her. She takes one last look at this friendly little place, then turns and trudges on; somewhat sad to leave this warm and comfortable region, but also glad for what adventures may lie ahead. You have walked 7 miles. You have reached Last View of Hobbiton (7). It is 11 miles to the next landmark. You still have 451 miles to Rivendell. -------------------------------------------- As they began to climb its first slopes they looked back and saw the lamps in Hobbiton far off twinkling in the gentle valley of the Water. Soon it disappeared in the folds of the darkened land, and was followed by Bywater beside its grey pool. When the light of the last farm was far behind, peeping among the trees, Frodo turned and waved a hand in farewell. (Am I doing this right? [img]smilies/frown.gif[/img] ) [ August 06, 2003: Message edited by: elfearz1 ] |
"I am afraid we must go back to the Road here for a while," said Strider.
And then Pippin had asked the question Peony had been longing to, about what rivers they were seeing. The River that they could just glimpse, far off in the distance, ran into the valley of Rivendell! They started off again early the next morning, and would reach the Last Bridge in a few more miles. Even though Strider was afraid they would encounter the Enemy there, Peony felt sure he would guide them safely over it, somehow. |
Sorry this is so late! Next update I guarantee I'll have all the new walkers, as long as their mileage is in their FROM: space.
AS OF AUGUST 3RD [i]Our last update was July 26th. Next to a walker?s name you will see something looking like this: (## m.) That shows how many miles they have walked since our last update. Keep up the good work! I apologize if I left out any of our newer walkers, and my excuse is that sometimes when you?re a new walker but your mileage is not in your FROM: space, I overlook you, not realizing that you aren?t on the list. If you wish make certain that you will be displayed on this list with your correct mileage, please put your mileage in your FROM: space. Thank you! MEMBER : MILEAGE alaklondewen : 336 (34 m.) Alatįriėl : 364 (32 m.) Annunfuiniel : 144 Arvedui III : 136 Arafangwen : 391 ArwenBaggins : 354 (21 m.) Aylwen Dreamsong : ? bain_edhel : 12 Bulelainwen : 108 Barrow Wight : 131 (23 m.) Durelin : 2 Durlossiel : 150 (20 m.) dragoneyes : 145 Eärendil : 150 Eruwen : 70 Estelyn Telcontar : 410 (31 m.) Faenaduial : 140 (15 m.) Firondoiel : 44 Galenfea of Mirkwood : 23 (5 m.) Gorwingel : 453 (39 m.) Hilde Bracegirdle : 407 Horsemaiden Of The Shire : 306 (12 m.) Ilsanie : 5.5 Joy : 14 Kalel : 32 Keowyn : 3? Lalaith : 230 Lindolirian : 170 Linnamalle : 401 (12 m.) Linzielf : 458 (7 m.) Rivendell, Congratulations!! LotrMaster02 : ? Luinalatwen : 63 (6 m.) Lyra Greenleaf : 361 (26 m.) Maiden of the Dry Waterfall : ? mark12_30 : 305 Naz : ? Neferchoiren : 203 (3 m.) Niluial : 264 Nurumaiel : 207 (7 m.) peony_foxburr : 337 (18 m.) Princess*Buttercup*Of*Rohan : 20 (20 m.) Raefindel : 411 (48 m.) Ranger Jewel : 35? red : 52.5 Rochelle : 59 Salix : 11 Schmendrick : 70 Sindafalathiel : 11 Sirithheruwen : ? Sophia the Thunder Mistress : 151 SwordMaiden of Rohan : ? Tar-Palantir : ? Tarvasa : 43 Tefalathiel : 233 (63 m.) TheLadyAerowen : 458 Rivendell, Congratulations!! The Phantom: 28 The Real Findorfin : ? Thenamir : 127 (17 m.) Tigerlily Gamgee : 50 Tinuviel of Denton : 188 (8 m.) Tira O Alata : ? Vanwalossien : 256 Vardamar : 314 |
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Took a bit of a break from posting, but not from walking! So far I'm at 26 miles, and counting! [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] (I know it's not great, but it works for me!) I'm very proud of myself, because I walked 6the farthest I've ever walked in a day: 4 miles!!! (Hey, don't laugh. [img]smilies/frown.gif[/img] ) Byeness!
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Well, I haven't updated my mileage in quite some time... I am still listed as only going 5.5 miles! [img]smilies/eek.gif[/img] well in reality I have gone a little under 200 miles and am comfortly walking 2 miles a day to keep up with my walking plan.Well I have to get to the tennis courts right now so I better get going!
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No one here would dream of laughing at you, Sirithheruwen - we all started at 0 miles! You're doing well, and it's nice to have you with us on the road, no matter where you are!
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We have gone far off our course in trying to escape from the Riders. We must now head southwards towards the Road or we shall have no hope of crossing the River. We came across a path that led downhill and discovered an abandoned troll-cave. Farther down we found William, Tom & Bert in a small clearing. I'll have to apologize to Bilbo when I get to Rivendell. I've heard him tell that story many times, and I always thought he was making it up.
-------------------- There stood the trolls: three large trolls...Strider walked forward unconcernedly. "Get up, old stone!" he said, and broke his stick upon the stooping troll. Nothing happened. There was a gasp of astonishment from the hobbits, and then even Frodo laughed. "Well!" he said. "We are forgetting our family history! These must be the very three that were caught by Gandalf, quarrelling over the right way to cook thirteen dwarves and one hobbit." "I had no idea we were anywhere near the place!" said Pippin. He knew the story well. Bilbo and Frodo had told it often; but as a matter of fact he had never more than half believed it...They all laughed. Frodo felt his spirits reviving: the reminder of Bilbo's first successful adventure was heartening. |
Just after setting out on the road to the Last Bridge, the party of travelers was delayed by a thunderstorm, accompanied by torrents of rain. Water streamed downhill and washed across the Road in low places. They took what shelter they could in the lee of a large boulder nearby. Luckily, the storm passed quickly, and they were able to take to the Road once more.
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For all of my life, I never thought the trolls Bilbo always told of were real. But this morning when they came into view, I was dumbfounded and awestruck.
*** We have walked 388 miles. We have found the three stone Trolls from Bilbo's adventure (384). It is 10 miles to the next landmark. We still have 70 miles to Rivendell. *** 'There are trolls!' Pippin panted. 'Down in a clearing in the woods not far below. We got a sight of them through the tree-trunks. They are very large!' |
Galenfea curls up under a tree root to enjoy its shade, 'and also,' she thinks with a chuckle, 'a small amount of protection from Nazgul. Urg... Too hot for walking.' as she is dropping off the sleepy silend=ce is broken by the sound of many voices singing nearby. Galenfea sticks her head up over the root and yells, "How dare you enter the king's bedroom when he's disscussing foreign policy?! [img]smilies/mad.gif[/img]" She then establishes that she is shouting at Gildor Inglorion and his companions. She apologises for losing her temper and asks if there are any other walkers in the vicinity. He replied that the last two had passed through about a week before.
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Seeing the trolls really lightened our spirits, and we walked for several miles at good speed. We hurried along the Road for the rest of the day until the light faded. We were looking for a campsite where we could be out of sight, when we heard a sound we had been dreading...hoofbeats behind us! As the rider came around the bend, I recognized my friend, Glorfindel. It was a merry meeting, as it appears Strider knows him as well. We traveled a few miles further on, before stopping for the night.
-------------------- His speech and clear ringing voice left no doubt in their hearts: the rider was of the Elven-folk..."Hail, and well met at last!" said the Elf-lord to Frodo. "I was sent from Rivendell to look for you. We feared that you were in danger upon the road."...While Glorfindel was speaking the shades of evening deepened..."You shall ride my horse," said Glorfindel..."if danger presses too near, he will bear you away with a speed that even the black steeds of the enemy cannot rival." "No, he will not!" said Frodo. "I shall not ride him, if I am to be carried off to Rivendell or anywhere else, leaving my friends behind in danger." Glorfindel smiled. "I doubt very much," he said, "if your friends would be in danger if you were not with them! The pursuit would follow you and leave us in peace, I think. It is you, Frodo, and that which you bear that brings us all in peril." |
I'd like to greet my fellow walkers, but I'm too far behind them!
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Welcome to the Downs, Pyroclastic. Are you named for a particular volcano? Maybe you're as fast as one! [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] I imagine you'll be catching us up in no time!
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Here I am, plugging away at 37 miles. I highly doubt I will make it to Rivendell on time, but I'll get there, even if it takes me until the ROTK five year aniversary!!! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] (Though I hope it doesn't come to that! [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] )
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Just checking in. Have been dawdling quite a bit with with Strider and Glorfindel. Today I am skipping stones in the River Bruinen while listening to them tell of the events that took place here.
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Here is a link to something I found hilarious. Remember how we were talking about going to Mordor, after we get to Rivendell? Here are directions. [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
**** You have walked 206 miles. You have passed Neekerbreeker Pond (201). You are only 5 miles from the eastern edge of the Midgewater Marshes. You still have 252 miles to Rivendell. **** Huh. I suppose the Midges don't like half elvish cats, because I didn't even realize I was in the Marshes. |
You have walked 228 miles.
You have reached a small stream coming down from the Weather Hills (228). It is 18 miles to the next landmark. You still have 230 miles to Rivendell. The hills drew nearer. They made an undulating ridge, often rising almost to a thousand feet, and here and there falling again to low clefts or passes leading into the eastern land beyond. Along the crest of the ridge the hobbits could see what looked to be the remains of green-grown walls and dikes, and in the clefts there still stood the ruins of old works of stone. By night they had reached the feet of the westward slopes, and there they camped. It was the night of the fifth of October, and they were six days out from Bree. __________________________________________________ ____________________________________ Strider says only a few more miles to Weathertop. Hurrah! I've been going rather slow as of late but I still have enough time to get there before the 17th. |
Nimnariel are you there check your mail I can't pm you right now
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Your email Ok
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Hmmm... do we need to shimmey down the same cliff face as Frodo & Sam? I'm sure there must be an easier way to Mordor! In fact, I think I'd rather go to Minas Tirith. [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]
Rivendell is in sight. I've 18 miles to go but the weather is getting hot again and if Glorfindel thinks I can keep up with his horse he's dreaming! |
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