Good day, all! I haven't checked in in awhile, mainly because I've had a bunch of orcs, er, relatives to deal with for awhile, and unfortunately, my walk has slowed down a bit. (They're not orcs, really! They're really very nice Uruk-Hai..oh! did I say that out loud?)
Anyway, I have been walking VERY slowly across the Nimrodel Rope Bridge and am now deep inside the realm of Lorien. Perhaps I just had to slow down to enjoy the view! I am not yet to Cerin Amroth and I have a feeling that place will haunt me in fact even more than in anticipation.
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All that stuff they say about the unforgiving body when you're over 30 is so annoyingly true!
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I must second that assertion,
Anorial and also welcome you to the Walk! You seem to be going about it in a much more intelligent and informed manner than I have (read: my preparations were to buy a new pair of shoes and stretch before walking, but fortunately, I have stretched thoroughly regularly (more or less) since I was 17--at 38, that's saying something!) Somehow, I think it has to do with all the "slings and arrows" that beset one by the time your 30's roll around. If it hadn't been for two car accidents and a lifting accident, all occuring after age 30, well...who knows?
Anyway, in unconscious or perhaps serendipitous celebration of my immersion in the faerie realm of Lorien, I got to play Galadriel yesterday! My husband's 10 year old cousin is obsessed with Lord of the Rings, mainly with action figures and other memorabilia/toys, though. I have been showing him my collection slowly since he arrived and he has coveted my Burger King Bilbo figure most of all (it is overnighting it with him as I write). He arrived wearing around his neck an oversized plastic, light-up One Ring, which I determined to be the Ring of Sauron, since he also had a huge armored finger to go with it at one time.
Yesterday, he sent the One Ring to me with a message that I should have it. I actually took it on my Walk and then returned to him and solemnly as I could, told him this was his duty, his task, and as much as I desired the One Ring, I couldn't accept it from him. I even said "This task is for you alone, Frodo Baggins." He looked at me earnestly and said, "OK. You mean it?" He looked kind of pleased though. I don't think he really meant to give me the One Ring. I think he had it in mind that I'd trade him Bilbo for it. But that was not to be! It was a real Galadriel moment, especially since he was about the right size proportionately to be Frodo to my Galadriel, if Galadriel was 5'6" and carried Sting!
Checking in from 879 miles down the Road that goes Ever On...Lyta signs off for now!
Cheers!
Lyta
P.S. Happy 1000th,
Estelyn! If I stand on a hill and use powerful binoculars, uh, Elvish glasses, I fancy I can almost see you braving the shorelines along the Anduin! I really hope there's a boat for me, as my poor back could use a rest! (And maybe that long anticipated foot rub from Boromir! )