Sophia finds herself trudging and trudging. She's still in the Bonfire Glade, though she's come seven miles since her last post. Fortunately with the weekend coming up she should get in a big old hike (around an amusement park).
Stopping to peer into the distance Sophia thinks she spots Alaklondewen a good thirty miles up the road. She hauls up her pants (which aren't noticeably looser, but it seems that they should be with all the running about she's been doing) and sets off in the wake of the quickly vanishing Alak. She has a long way to go if she's to catch up by Bree.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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