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Nurumaiel · 02-03-2005, 06:20 PM

Thanks for the kind welcome back, Estelyn! I'm quite enthusiastic about 'Tolkien-ifying' my little strolls, and more enthusiastic about taking the little strolls in the first place. I'm still trying to decide whether I should follow Frodo and Sam, or get captured along with Merry and Pippin, or join the Three Hunters. But no dying alongside Boromir for me, thank you very much!

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10.5 miles, on the way to the Green Hill Country
It was at twilight last night that we began to move upwards, and then for a moment we stopped to catch that last view of Hobbiton and Bywater. Standing there, in the dim cool of evening, atop the slopes with a breeze tickling my cheeks to a blush, I felt as if I was transported into some airy, magical land of faraway. The stars seemed to have descended to the ground, twinkling in their thousand diamonds as a reflection from the Pool. The faint sound of laughter drifted to our ears as hobbits bid each other farewell from their late night at the inn. We stood in silence for a little while, and then we moved on. We had only walked a few minutes more when Frodo turned and waved his hand farewell. I think the poor laddie takes the leaving much harder than anyone else. I'm just out for the adventure of going to Rivendell, and Pippin and Sam are quite content and cheerful to go to Crickhollow with Frodo and help him settle in? which means that not too far from now I'll be bidding farewell to the hobbits and going on without them.

But not by myself! As we set out this morning we were assailed on the road by the perky chap of before, who notified us that he wanted to come along. We questioned him, or, rather, I questioned him, and at first nothing very sensible could be got from him. He told us he was an Elf, and we gazed rather dubiously at his short stature. He eventually decided that he was a hobbit, and when asked his name, he would not give any further information, but said he should be called 'Hobbit.'

So with Hobbit we went on, and though we were delayed for a little while by a baby running out from his home and attacking us with ferocious cries, we got two miles done before our lunch, which Sam cooked marvelously. We ran a quarter of a mile at first, but my legs had begun to ache from the first six miles of running, and for the remainder of the morning we walked.

We were slowed, though not completely stopped as in the incident with the hobbit baby, by a rosy-cheeked boy who wanted to hold our hands and walk with us. He had a limp and could not move very swiftly, but nobody seemed to mind in the least. Sam, especially, took a liking to the little fellow. He had identified himself as AidanHobbit, and went along with us for a quarter of a mile.

It was blue out again today, but it was not so bright out, as a thin layer of clouds had dimmed the skies, leaving them a pale mixture of grey and blue. To the northeast the sky was free from any clouds, just visible above the treetops. The breeze was a constant thing, but very gentle and not too chilly... it was just enough of a breeze to put a light, airy feeling inside of you that sinks to your very bones and makes you feel as young and frisky as you ever could feel.

02-03-2005, 06:20 PM	#1386
Nurumaiel Vice of Twilight Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: on a mountain Posts: 1,121	Thanks for the kind welcome back, Estelyn! I'm quite enthusiastic about 'Tolkien-ifying' my little strolls, and more enthusiastic about taking the little strolls in the first place. I'm still trying to decide whether I should follow Frodo and Sam, or get captured along with Merry and Pippin, or join the Three Hunters. But no dying alongside Boromir for me, thank you very much! _________________ 10.5 miles, on the way to the Green Hill Country It was at twilight last night that we began to move upwards, and then for a moment we stopped to catch that last view of Hobbiton and Bywater. Standing there, in the dim cool of evening, atop the slopes with a breeze tickling my cheeks to a blush, I felt as if I was transported into some airy, magical land of faraway. The stars seemed to have descended to the ground, twinkling in their thousand diamonds as a reflection from the Pool. The faint sound of laughter drifted to our ears as hobbits bid each other farewell from their late night at the inn. We stood in silence for a little while, and then we moved on. We had only walked a few minutes more when Frodo turned and waved his hand farewell. I think the poor laddie takes the leaving much harder than anyone else. I'm just out for the adventure of going to Rivendell, and Pippin and Sam are quite content and cheerful to go to Crickhollow with Frodo and help him settle in? which means that not too far from now I'll be bidding farewell to the hobbits and going on without them. But not by myself! As we set out this morning we were assailed on the road by the perky chap of before, who notified us that he wanted to come along. We questioned him, or, rather, I questioned him, and at first nothing very sensible could be got from him. He told us he was an Elf, and we gazed rather dubiously at his short stature. He eventually decided that he was a hobbit, and when asked his name, he would not give any further information, but said he should be called 'Hobbit.' So with Hobbit we went on, and though we were delayed for a little while by a baby running out from his home and attacking us with ferocious cries, we got two miles done before our lunch, which Sam cooked marvelously. We ran a quarter of a mile at first, but my legs had begun to ache from the first six miles of running, and for the remainder of the morning we walked. We were slowed, though not completely stopped as in the incident with the hobbit baby, by a rosy-cheeked boy who wanted to hold our hands and walk with us. He had a limp and could not move very swiftly, but nobody seemed to mind in the least. Sam, especially, took a liking to the little fellow. He had identified himself as AidanHobbit, and went along with us for a quarter of a mile. It was blue out again today, but it was not so bright out, as a thin layer of clouds had dimmed the skies, leaving them a pale mixture of grey and blue. To the northeast the sky was free from any clouds, just visible above the treetops. The breeze was a constant thing, but very gentle and not too chilly... it was just enough of a breeze to put a light, airy feeling inside of you that sinks to your very bones and makes you feel as young and frisky as you ever could feel. __________________ In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.