Goldberry & I spent too much time dawdling along the path today, enjoying the silence of the hills. We'll have to camp on the other side of the Barrow Downs, as it doesn't look like we'll make it to Bree for the weekend. We definitely won't stop for a nap until we make it to the Road. [img]smilies/tongue.gif[/img]
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Eastward the Barrow-downs rose, ridge behind ridge into the morning, and vanished out of eyesight into a guess: it was no more than a guess of blue and a remote white glimmer blending with the hem of the sky, but it spoke to them, out of memory and old tales, of the high and distant mountains.
They took a deep draught of the air, and felt that a skip and a few stout strides would bear them wherever they wished. It seemed fainthearted to go jogging aside over the crumpled skirts of the downs towards the Road, when they should be leaping, as lusty as Tom, over the stepping stones of the hills straight towards the Mountains.
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"If your hurts grieve you still and the memory of your burden is heavy, then you may pass into the West..."
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