Oh, what a day. Chicago has literally turned into Skyrim (minus the dragons), here I am in the middle of another workday/rehearsal marathon, and to top it all off I have what is, more or less, a zit inside my eyelid. It hurts every time I blink.
So, today’s action. Aragorn proposes using the firewood nearby to their advantage. Ringwraiths aren’t particularly fond of fire. In the meantime, he and the hobbits set up a fire in a sheltered part of the hollow. They worry about their food stores lasting for the next two weeks or longer, especially worrisome on this lonesome stretch of road. As the hobbits huddle together, Aragorn begins to tell stories and legends.
The point of worrying about food is that most of the lands are barren from here on out. Birds and other animals are around, but hunting and preparing food takes time. Aragorn doesn’t want to waste time doing that when they should be hurrying along. The only travelers they may run into are going to be too concerned with their own business to care to help, so they’re truly on their own. Seriously, Bear Grylls would come in handy here!
How about a little fire, Ringwraith?
Times are good now, as we listen to stories by the fire. But that fire is their weapon against the black riders, and they’re on their way. Sam correctly states that the fire will be a signal to the riders just as much as it could help our heroes. The riders are only coming faster now.
“He knew many histories and legends of long ago, of Elves and Men and the…”