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(Lyta, you should post a pic of you-as-Sting-and-Ring-bearing-Frodo. )
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Oooh, I need to, don't I? Except I always look tired and dirty, especially after I pulled a Samwise today and decided to begin pre-season gardening for a couple hours by digging up stones from last year's beds
before the walk even began...but I suppose that would be the right look, wouldn't it? (Got my dirt...I'm ready to go!)
I'm glad you like my sig,
Helen! I went searching in the books for a short passage that captured just the mood I wanted and found it on Cerin Amroth...that place is haunting in the same manner that "The Sea Bell" is haunting, and I often feel a kinship with Arwen when I think of the place. In fact there is a place here I call "Arwen's Rock" that does funny things to me when I step upon it or gaze upon it, or even think about it . That reminds me that I need to take my next walk up there! (Rivendell is overgrown, though and would require a machete!) There is truly substance to Gimli's being wounded by that which is fairest and then having to part with it...a joy like knives, as Tolkien puts it at the Field of Cormallen...ah, but I digress.
The walk was most pleasant today. I reached the Redhorn Pass and was diverted by the contest of Legolas and Boromir--Legolas almost floating on the snowy surface and Boromir's strong channelling through it---it doesn't quite make me forget that snow is
cold and higher than me!
If only I were farther on the path, I could liken my surroundings to the fresh, yet besieged beauty of Ithilien, with its secret ways...but I shall reach it by and by...
Cheers,
Lyta (Hobbit in the Holler)