Walk To Rivendell" aka "The Eowyn Challenge"

[Alatáriël Lossëhelin]

If only my husband, aka, the Witch King were in as good shape, I'd have a walking companion, but he's not quite up to my half-running pace, alas! (At least that means he won't catch THIS hobbit anytime soon!)

Lyta: It's a shame we don't live closer together, then we'd both have a walking partner. I log most of my miles during the day, walking down in the Mines of Moria (aka the basement/file storage bays). I've convinced a friend to walk with me several afternoons a week, but she's definitely NOT a LotR fan, and won't let me carry Sting.

Lyta Wingfoot, more than ready for a Gondorian foot massage with hobbit pillows!

I know those boys have been waiting for you....

At last I have made it and now look upon the great city of the Galadhrim... Caras Galadhon! .... And I didn't think to ask you or Alatariel whether you had looked into the mirror of Galadriel whilst there!

I did not look into the Mirror, as the Galadhrim had scheduled that LotR marathon for our Company when we arrived in December, and I was much too busy watching the films and relaxing in the hot tub.

Lyta (whose wings fell off her feet)

Don't worry...your feet (and your back) will feel SOOOOOO much better when Boromir, Merry & Pippin get finished with you. But be sure to have Haldir get you that boat (and plenty of Elvish sunscreen)--it's muchmuchmuchmuch better than walking!
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Gollum has led us south of the Morannon towards this 'secret pass' he says he knows. Perhaps it is just the contrast from the desolation at the Gates, but this country seems almost an oasis. There are trees and all manner of plants that are coming into blossom, and the green smell is like a balm to the spirit. I would that we could travel this fair land under the sun, but it is too dangerous. This country is under the dominion of the Enemy, and we must remain on our guard.

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So they passed into the northern marches of that land that Men once called Ithilien, a fair country of climbing woods and swift-falling streams...The long journey from Rivendell had brought them far south of their own land, but not until now in this more sheltered region had the hobbits felt the change of clime. Here Spring was already busy about them: fronds pierced moss and mould, larches were green-fingered, small flowers were opening in the turf, birds were singing. Ithilien, the garden of Gondor now desolate kept still a dishevelled dryad loveliness.

...As they walked, brushing their way through bush and herb, sweet odours rose about them. Gollum goughed and retched; but the hobbits breathed deep, and suddenly Sam laughed, for heart's ease not for jest...Then they sought for a resting-place, and a hiding-place; for this land, fair-seeming still, was nonetheless now territory of the Enemy.