Walk To Rivendell" aka "The Eowyn Challenge"

[Alatáriël Lossëhelin]

We spent a miserable, cold, damp night last night as the downpour continued. Strider and the hobbits are looking pretty bedraggled today. Even I (elf though I am) have not been able to maintain my normal freshly-coiffed appearance.

But...on the bright side: If this rain keeps up, fish will soon be swimming between our feet and we might have something besides cram to eat!

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• ..As Beren looked into her eyes
  Within the shadows of her hair,
  The trembling starlight of the skies
  He saw there mirrored shimmering.
  Tinúviel the elven-fair,
  Immortal maiden elven-wise,
  About him cast her shadowy hair
  And arms like silver glimmering.
  
  Long was the way that fate them bore,
  O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
  Through halls of iron and darkling door,
  And woods of nightshade morrowless.
  The Sundering Seas between them lay,
  And yet at last they met once more,
  And long ago they passed away
  In the forest singing sorrowless.