My goodness, Hilde, you have gone racing ahead!
"Pursuing her with weary feet..."
Although my recent milage slump is unsettling, still, a walk to Mount Doom sounds wonderful! I mean, er, well, you know. At least we'd see Lothlorien. And the Anduin. And Ithilien. And what a celebration when we finally arrive!
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They spoke no more of the small news of the Shire far away; nor of the dark shadows and perils that encompassed them, but of the fair things they had seen in the world together, of the Elves, of the stars, of trees, and the gentle fall of the bright year in the woods.
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