With all this talk about the Ford, I feel like we’re designing a new SUV or something.
So, while Frodo was stopped across the river from the Ringwraiths, Glorfindel led everyone else to a hollow where they quickly made a fire. Chasing the riders, they caught them between the flood and their torches. The river had already washed three Ringwraiths away, and the remaining six were thrown in by their thoroughly spooked horses. Gandalf explains that Elrond commanded the flood, with a few aesthetic touches from the wizard. Quickly falling asleep, Frodo wishes to thank Elrond for his help, and wonders what has become of Bilbo.
Gandalf makes it clear that the Ringwraiths have not been defeated. Their horses are probably gone, but one cannot kill a Ringwraith so easily. However, you’d think that with such power, Rivendell could remain defended for as long as it wanted to be. Incoming army? Flood the river and carry them away, bit by bit.
Interestingly, Elrond and Gandalf were slightly worried that they overdid it on the flooding. Apparently you can control nature to a point, but you can’t stop its full fury. In other words, if the flood was incredibly powerful, it could have washed Frodo and his friends away just like the Ringwraiths. You have to walk that narrow path to make sure you don’t hurt your friends, while still preventing the enemy from advancing. Magic is tricky!
In the end here, Frodo has gotten what he asked for: an account of the action at the ford. Now he’s falling asleep again. As he does so, Gandalf refers to him for the first time as the Ring-bearer. That’s kind of a thing. If you didn’t already know, Frodo is going to be the Ring-bearer here for a good part of our little tale. Boy, he’s going to carry that weight, carry that weight, a long time.
“‘I wonder where he is. I wish he…'”