Walk To Rivendell" aka "The Eowyn Challenge" - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Alatáriël Lossëhelin · 02-01-2004, 08:20 PM

We've got to find something else to do for entertainment. Everything that could possibly be braided, is (and I have to admit that Boromir is looking very attractive with corn-rows); everyone has had a manicure and a pedicure (which was quite a challenge with the hobbits); and we've got a myriad of balloon animals floating above our boats. And we're still over 200 miles from Rauros.

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Upon the west to their right the land was treeless also, but it was flat, and in many places green with wide plains of grass. On this side of the River they passed forests of great reeds, so tall that they shut out all view to the west, as the little boats went rustling by along their fluttering borders. Their dark withered plumes bent and tossed in the light cold airs, hissing softly and sadly. Here and there through openings Frodo could catch sudden glimpses of rolling meads, and far beyond them hills in the sunset, and away on the edge of sight a dark line, where marched the southernmost ranks of the Misty Mountains.

02-01-2004, 08:20 PM	#12
Alatáriël Lossëhelin Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Road to Rivendell: 2491 miles from Hobbiton, with Frodo and Sam, homeward bound Posts: 365	We've got to find something else to do for entertainment. Everything that could possibly be braided, is (and I have to admit that Boromir is looking very attractive with corn-rows); everyone has had a manicure and a pedicure (which was quite a challenge with the hobbits); and we've got a myriad of balloon animals floating above our boats. And we're still over 200 miles from Rauros. -------------------- Upon the west to their right the land was treeless also, but it was flat, and in many places green with wide plains of grass. On this side of the River they passed forests of great reeds, so tall that they shut out all view to the west, as the little boats went rustling by along their fluttering borders. Their dark withered plumes bent and tossed in the light cold airs, hissing softly and sadly. Here and there through openings Frodo could catch sudden glimpses of rolling meads, and far beyond them hills in the sunset, and away on the edge of sight a dark line, where marched the southernmost ranks of the Misty Mountains. __________________ "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..."