It will be a sad day indeed for this Company when Pippin runs out of pipeweed...but in the meantime we are all enjoying a more mellow Gandalf. The weather has gotten quite a bit colder, but thankfully Elrond has provided our Fellowship with an abundance of warm clothing and blankets. The mountains seemed much closer this morning when we stopped for camp. However, we're really going to have to get a move on if we want to watch RotK with Galadriel & Celeborn in December.
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The first part of their journey was hard and dreary, and Frodo remembered little of it, save the wind. For many sunless days an icy blast came from the Mountains in the east, and no garment seemed able to keep out its searching fingers. Though the Company was well clad, they seldom felt warm, either moving or at rest. They slept uneasily during the middle of the day, in some hollow of the land, or hidden under the tangled thorn-bushes that grew in thickets in many places. In the late afternoon they were roused by the watch, and took their chief meal: cold and cheerless as a rule, for they could seldom risk the lighting of a fire. In the evening they went on again, always as nearly southward as they could find a way.
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"It's impossible to have Frodo without Sam, or Sam without Frodo. They're like two halves of one heart..."
"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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