Today was the closest I think I’ve ever come to not doing the daily blog. When I got home from work, I was craving a nap. I didn’t expect that nap to turn into a nearly four-hour full-on sleep. Thankfully, a certain special someone woke me up with a pocket-dialed call, thus saving us all from the weeping that would have ensued had I slept until tomorrow morning.
Gandalf left Bree the next morning, following the trail of the black riders. It appears that they left the road from time to time, probably to report in to the Witch-king somewhere away to the south. Riding like the wind, Gandalf arrives at Weathertop, where he already finds the riders lying in wait. They battle, and Gandalf draws four of them away. He makes his way slowly to Rivendell, having to let Shadowfax go. And there he ends his tale.
Trying to follow the movements of all the Nine is difficult, but let’s see if I can figure it out. Two riders were in Bree the night that Frodo stayed there. At least five rode through the town the following night, when Gandalf was asleep there. Of these five (or more than five), four had been searching the Shire, and one was the Witch-king himself. That makes for at least seven accounted for. It’s possible that one or two of the others were among this band that passed through Bree on the second night, or maybe they were already east, waiting at Weathertop.
Of course, with Gandalf being able to have four riders follow him away from Weathertop, only five stayed to attack Frodo a few nights later. I’m assuming that saved his life.
But seriously, if five Ringwraiths ride eastward at a speed of 30mph, four Ringwraiths weave through the country at a speed of 15mph, four hobbits and one man walk through hills at a speed of 10 miles per day, and one Shadowfax-riding wizard races down the road at 50mph, when will each group meet up with one another?
You better figure out the answer, or else…
And…that’s all I got.
“‘Here we all are, and…'”