Quote:
|
Tom's house is pretty good for watching movies & relaxing. He's got a great Laz-E-Boy recliner and always offers it to guests. However, he is very possessive of the remote control.
|
Heheh, I wasn't there long enough^ ^;; prolly a good thing...
You have walked 149.58 miles.
You have passed the Great East Road west of Bree (144).
You are only 2.41999999999999 miles from Bree.
You still have 308.42 miles to Rivendell.
They climbed down and out of the dike and through a gap in the wall, and then Tom turned due north, for they had been bearing somewhat to the west. The land was now open and fairly level, and they quickened their pace, but the sun was already sinking low when at last they saw a line of tall trees ahead, and they knew that they had come back to the Road after many unexpected adventures. They galloped their ponies over the last furlongs, and halted under the long shadows of the trees. They were on the top of a sloping bank, and the Road, now dim as evening drew on, wound away below them. At this point it ran nearly from South-west to North-east, and on their right it fell quickly down into a wide hollow. It was rutted and bore many signs of the recent heavy rain; there were pools and pot-holes full of water. They rode down the bank and looked up and down. There was nothing to be seen. 'Well, here we are again at last!' said Frodo. 'I suppose we haven't lost more than two days by my short cut through the Forest! But perhaps the delay will prove useful - it may have put them off our trail.'
YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!! I'M ALMOST TO BREE!! *grabs hobbits & RUNS, leaving a confused Tom & Fatty Lumpkins in the dust...*