Well, this tired hobbit has gone 424.3 miles and with every step I find myself wondering if the Ford is just around the next rise, when in fact, I know it is almost 12 miles away! It seems that all the forces in the universe are converging upon me to prevent me from walking, and it is now that I wish I had Bill the Pony or Asfaloth to carry me the rest of the way, for many challenges have torn at me and tried to halt my body and kill my spirit; I have only to look over at Strider and be comforted, to Glorfindel to be heartened, then over to Frodo to realize my troubles are not really so bad!
Cheers to all!
Lyta
(8 or 9 days to go, depending on how you look at it...)
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“…she laid herself to rest upon Cerin Amroth; and there is her green grave, until the world is changed, and all the days of her life are utterly forgotten by men that come after, and elanor and niphredil bloom no more east of the Sea.”
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