Thank heavens, it didn't rain, it's actually a rather lovely day. And I was able to put in a good long walk. So-- here I am at the fords at last! I am weary, but so far I haven't passed out. Now to get to Rivendell. Twenty miles to go! I'm coming....
Nurumaiel, I'm sorry about your injury! I do hope you are fully sound, soon.
I know what you mean about the walking song. I wish I could write one, too. Hmmm, maybe we should pray for inspiration.
[ August 25, 2003: Message edited by: Linnamalle ]
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They spoke no more of the small news of the Shire far away; nor of the dark shadows and perils that encompassed them, but of the fair things they had seen in the world together, of the Elves, of the stars, of trees, and the gentle fall of the bright year in the woods.
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