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Maybe I'm feverish and hallucinating. At least that would explain my dismal progress.
I thought folks who collapsed at the ford got a free ride to Rivendell. No such luck. Weeeeellll, one quarter mile at a time...
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Come on, Linnamalle, don't give up! You're almost there...I think I can! I think I can!
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Strider and Gandalf feel we are travelling much too slowly. They say that we got lazy while we were in Rivendell. (
I think it's that dwarf that's slowing us down!) The weather has been wet, cold & windy...not the best conditions for tramping through the wild at night. However, even though the Riders were unhorsed at the Ford, the Enemy has many servants and we dare not travel by daylight.
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It was a cold grey day near the end of December. The East Wind was streaming through the bare branches of the trees, and seething in the dark pines on the hills. Ragged clouds were hurrying overhead, dark and low. As the cheerless shadows of the early evening began to fall the Company made ready to set out. They were to start at dusk, for Elrond counselled them to journey under cover of night as often as they could, until they were far from Rivendell.
"You should fear the many eyes of the servants of Sauron," he said. "I do not doubt that news of the discomfiture of the Riders has already reached him, and he will be filled with wrath. Soon now his spies on foot and wing will be abroad in the northern lands. Even of the sky above you must beware as you go on your way."