It is WAY too tired in here to do much tonight. I have a handful of really long days in the next few weeks ahead of me, but we’re going to get through them.
Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, and Aragorn make an uncomfortable camp in the marshes. With bugs everywhere, it’s a restless night, and the next day is much the same. That (second) night, Frodo awakens to see flashes in the distant night sky. Aragorn, always awake it seems, doesn’t know what they are.
The following day, they leave the marshes and can see Weathertop in the distance. Aragorn does not know what to expect when they arrive there. He is doubtful that Gandalf will have arrived, and possibly the black riders will make for it.
-Neekerbreekers: “Evil relatives of the cricket.” Sam names them so because of the noises they make at night. Sounds pleasant!
-Aragorn freaking never sleeps. HE’S JUST THAT GOOD.
-We are first told here that some birds are spies! How evil is that? Wouldn’t you think that all birds would just be happy flying around in the sky all day? Why do they have to go and work for nefarious purposes? I bet it’s all the ravens’ doing. Don’t trust ravens.
-What is this flashing in the sky? It’s white. Honestly, I have no idea. If it were red, it might be a battle or something, but it doesn’t seem to be that. Mysteries of the universe!
Anything else? I don’t know. Sorry. There are times when a boy needs sleep like woah.
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It seems we have a common theme here today.
“‘Not all the birds are to be trusted, and there are other spies more evil than they are.'”