After last night’s sleepiness debacle, I’ve devised a new way to fit this into my schedule on busy days. I have some downtime now, and thus, BLOG! I’m doing this in marketplace. Isn’t that terribly hipster and bourgeois of me, to blog in a marketplace?
Aragorn has a plan to skirt around Weathertop a bit and arrive from the north, where there is more cover under the trees. They make camp for the night near a stream, and the hobbits awake feeling very rested the next morning. Pippin jokes that Frodo looks much better with the rest, though Frodo knows that he has lost a lot of weight so far on their journey. As they move on, the hills (including Weathertop) draw closer and closer.
So, there’s really not a whole lot going on. About his weight loss, Frodo offhandedly says: “I hope the thinning process will not go on indefinitely, or I shall become a wraith.” Aragorn snaps at him suddenly, begging him not to joke of this. A little touchy there, Son of Arathorn? Here’s the thing: he has a point. We’ve already heard about using magic rings to such an extent that mortals turn into wraiths. We’re also going to hear a lot about the properties of evil blades…
All in all, Aragorn’s plan makes a lot of sense. He doesn’t know what will be waiting for them at Weathertop, so increasing the amount of time that they can’t be seen approaching it is all for the better. He mentioned earlier that as soon as they broke into view of the hilltop, they could be seen in the open by anyone looking out from Weathertop itself. It’s very well placed for that sort of thing.
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With that, I’ve run out of things to say already. It’s just another page of them getting from Point A to Point B. Not exciting, but they’ll happen from time to time. I wasn’t planning on skipping anything.
“Along the crest of the ridge the hobbits could see what looked to be the remains of green-grown walls and dikes, and in the clefts there still stood the…”