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I'm sure I'm not the only female elf in breeches out there.
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Raefindel: Absolutely! Those long gowns with trains are
way too hard to hike in...not to mention being too darn hot!!
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We keep seeing fresh hobbit tracks, usually just hours old, but can't seem to catch Peony. We haven't seen or heard any sign of the Black Riders since we left Weathertop, but Strider seems to think they're not very far away. Hopefully, we'll be able to travel faster tomorrow, as Strider's poltice has almost completely healed my blister.
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..Sam drew his sword and stood over Frodo; but Strider knelt down swiftly at his side. "I am not a Black Rider, Sam," he said gently, "nor in league with them." ..Then he got up and walked away, and called Sam to him. "I think I understand things better now," he said in a low voice. "There seem only to have been five of the enemy. Why they were not all here, I don't know; but I don't think they expected to be resisted. They have drawn off for the time being. But not far, I fear. They will come again another night, if we cannot escape. They are only waiting, because they think that their purpose is almost accomplished, and that the Ring cannot fly much further. I fear, Sam, that they believe your master has a deadly wound that will subdue him to their will. We shall see!"
Sam choked with tears. "Don't despair!" said Strider. "You must trust me now. Your Frodo is made of sterner stuff than I had guessed, though Gandalf hinted that it might prove so. He is not slain, and I think he will resist the evil power of the wound longer than his enemies expect. I will do all I can to help and heal him. Guard him well, while I am away!" He hurried off and disappeared again into the darkness.
[ July 07, 2003: Message edited by: Alatįriėl ]