Walk To Rivendell" aka "The Eowyn Challenge" - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Naz · 10-04-2003, 08:24 AM

You have walked 127.60 miles.
You have passed the House of Tom Bombadil (115).
You are only 4.40000000000001 miles from the Barrow-Downs.
You still have 330.4 miles to Rivendell.

The grass under their feet was smooth and short, as if it had been mown or shaven. The eaves of the Forest behind were clipped, and trim as a hedge. The path was now plain before them, well-tended and bordered with stone. It wound up on to the top of a grassy knoll, now grey under the pale starry night; and there, still high above them on a further slope, they saw the twinkling lights of a house. Down again the path went, and then up again, up a long smooth hillside of turf, towards the light. Suddenly a wide yellow beam flowed out brightly from a door that was opened. There was Tom Bombadil's house before them, up, down, under hill. Behind it a steep shoulder of the land lay grey and bare, and beyond that the dark shapes of the Barrow-downs stalked away into the eastern night.

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10-04-2003, 08:24 AM	#1
Naz Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: May 2003 Location: my TARDIS! Posts: 288	You have walked 127.60 miles. You have passed the House of Tom Bombadil (115). You are only 4.40000000000001 miles from the Barrow-Downs. You still have 330.4 miles to Rivendell. The grass under their feet was smooth and short, as if it had been mown or shaven. The eaves of the Forest behind were clipped, and trim as a hedge. The path was now plain before them, well-tended and bordered with stone. It wound up on to the top of a grassy knoll, now grey under the pale starry night; and there, still high above them on a further slope, they saw the twinkling lights of a house. Down again the path went, and then up again, up a long smooth hillside of turf, towards the light. Suddenly a wide yellow beam flowed out brightly from a door that was opened. There was Tom Bombadil's house before them, up, down, under hill. Behind it a steep shoulder of the land lay grey and bare, and beyond that the dark shapes of the Barrow-downs stalked away into the eastern night.