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

Eruantalon · 02-05-2004, 09:11 PM

You have walked 80 miles.
You have passed The Bonfire Glade (78).
It is 18 miles to the next landmark.
You still have 378 miles to Rivendell.

The glad was equaly challenging and enjoyable. Along the way the weary ranger found comfort in a friends house. But it could only be for one night. So he made his way on the next morning.

Nothing more disappointing than having to leave a good friend behind for the road. But he had to make his way on eastward. Or his errand would never be finish. The tall long haired man cloaked in a gray hood moved along the road. A speck to all that had keen eyes to see.

His sword pointing down straped to his back over his left shoulder. His axe slung on theright shoulder. His bow and arrow and arrows in the center of his back. He had swift strenth to carry him on his journy. Even with his heavy pack that swung at his knees.

Eruantlons journy was strenthened by his friends hospitalty. His sleep renewed him for the journy comming. He took every chance he could to make himself ready. He would need it to keep going on the errand.

02-05-2004, 09:11 PM	#16
Eruantalon Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Gondor Posts: 139	You have walked 80 miles. You have passed The Bonfire Glade (78). It is 18 miles to the next landmark. You still have 378 miles to Rivendell. The glad was equaly challenging and enjoyable. Along the way the weary ranger found comfort in a friends house. But it could only be for one night. So he made his way on the next morning. Nothing more disappointing than having to leave a good friend behind for the road. But he had to make his way on eastward. Or his errand would never be finish. The tall long haired man cloaked in a gray hood moved along the road. A speck to all that had keen eyes to see. His sword pointing down straped to his back over his left shoulder. His axe slung on theright shoulder. His bow and arrow and arrows in the center of his back. He had swift strenth to carry him on his journy. Even with his heavy pack that swung at his knees. Eruantlons journy was strenthened by his friends hospitalty. His sleep renewed him for the journy comming. He took every chance he could to make himself ready. He would need it to keep going on the errand.