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

Maeggaladiel · 02-28-2005, 11:00 AM

//I know I haven't posted in a while, but I have been keeping track of my miles. I've walked 21 miles now! Wow!//

It has been some time since leaving Hobbiton. 21 miles have passed since I stepped past the threshold of Bag End and began my adventure. It seems a great distance to me, yet looking forward I realize that I have many more miles to travel before I reach Rivendell. Somehow this fact comes as both a comfort and a pain.

The weather has been kind to me and my companions, although my less travel-seasoned friends sometimes complain about the colder night air and the dew that seems to get into everything. I have told them that they may face much fouler weather than this, to which I have recieved nothing but laughter. It seems hobbits are not the adventuring types.

We have crossed the road from Brandywine Bridge some time ago and are now in Green Hill Country. The Tookland has been kind to us. The sun shines warmly on us as we walk through tall grass and great alder trees, over trickling streams and great rolling hills. We still have plenty of food, although at the rate these hobbits eat I fear it may not last as long as I had planned. Perhaps we shall need to stop and resupply sooner than I had expected.

After some time they crossed the Water, west of Hobbiton, by a narrow plank-bridge. The stream was there no more than a winding black ribbon, bordered with leaning alder-trees. A mile or two further south they hastily crossed the great road from the Brandywine Bridge; they were now in the Tookland and bending south-eastwards they made for the Green Hill Country.

02-28-2005, 11:00 AM	#11
Maeggaladiel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: The end of the world as we know it. I feel fine, incidentally. Posts: 500	//I know I haven't posted in a while, but I have been keeping track of my miles. I've walked 21 miles now! Wow!// It has been some time since leaving Hobbiton. 21 miles have passed since I stepped past the threshold of Bag End and began my adventure. It seems a great distance to me, yet looking forward I realize that I have many more miles to travel before I reach Rivendell. Somehow this fact comes as both a comfort and a pain. The weather has been kind to me and my companions, although my less travel-seasoned friends sometimes complain about the colder night air and the dew that seems to get into everything. I have told them that they may face much fouler weather than this, to which I have recieved nothing but laughter. It seems hobbits are not the adventuring types. We have crossed the road from Brandywine Bridge some time ago and are now in Green Hill Country. The Tookland has been kind to us. The sun shines warmly on us as we walk through tall grass and great alder trees, over trickling streams and great rolling hills. We still have plenty of food, although at the rate these hobbits eat I fear it may not last as long as I had planned. Perhaps we shall need to stop and resupply sooner than I had expected. After some time they crossed the Water, west of Hobbiton, by a narrow plank-bridge. The stream was there no more than a winding black ribbon, bordered with leaning alder-trees. A mile or two further south they hastily crossed the great road from the Brandywine Bridge; they were now in the Tookland and bending south-eastwards they made for the Green Hill Country. __________________ "Wide ne bith wel," cwaeth se the geheirde on helle hriman.