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Ah...if only! A massage from Merry and Pippin! That would SO rule! I'd have to lie across Boromir, wouldn't I? Ah, to be there instead of trudging somewhere on the outskirts of Hollin...but I can daydream about the old days of Eregion, couldn't I? (just DON'T think of what they did to Celebrimbor!)
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Lyta: Merry & Pippin have the oil all ready for you...and Boromir says he'll keep his lap empty till you show up!!
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Alatariel, since you're so far on the road, have you decided which path to take at Rauros? I recall there being a whole lot of options noted on the Eowyn Challenge website. If I ever make it that far, it has to be Mount Doom for me...I've even got my own personal Emyn Muil and Dead Marshes somewhere around here!
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Lyta: It will definately be Mount Doom for me. Frodo and Sam will not find it easy to leave me behind. Even if they take the boat, I will follow as, unlike Sam, I
can swim!
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The further south we travel, the warmer the weather. I fear it will soon be too warm. Boromir is acting more and more strange, even for a human. He has taken to muttering to himself, and watching the Ringbearer at all times. Meanwhile, Frodo becomes more and more withdrawn. I suspect he plans to leave the Company on his own and is contemplating how and when to go. I have made it my task to watch him...not to prevent him from leaving to complete his mission, but to ensure that he does not go alone and friendless into the wild.
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That night they camped on a small eyot close to the western bank. Sam lay rolled in blankets beside Frodo. "I had a funny dream an hour or two before we stopped, Mr. Frodo," he said. "Or maybe it wasn't a dream...It was queer. All wrong, if it wasn't a dream...I saw a log with eyes!"
"The log's all right," said Frodo. "There are many in the River. But leave out the eyes!"
"That I won't," said Sam. " 'Twas the eyes as made me sit up, so to speak...two pale sort of points, shiny-like, on a hump at the near end of the log...I don't like my thoughts; but...I fancy I could put a name on the creature...A nasty name. Gollum, maybe?...No need to trouble Strider or the others tonight. I'll keep watch."
"You shall watch; but only if you promise to wake me half-way towards morning..." In the dead hours Frodo came out of a deep dark sleep to find Sam shaking him...Frodo sat up, huddled in his blankets, and fought off his sleep...two pale lamplike eyes shone coldly as they...lifted and gazed up at Frodo on the eyot...He stood up, drawing Sting from its sheath, and faced the eyes...Aragorn stirred in his sleep, turned over, and sat up.
..."You lie down now, and I will keep watch for what is left of the night..." The night passed without Gollum showing so much as a shadow again...At Aragorn's bidding they paddled now for long spells, and the banks went swiftly by...they journeyed mostly by night and twilight, resting by day, and lying as hidden as the land allowed.