It feels like it’s been a really long time since I wrote one of these. I mean, yesterday’s post was written around 5:30am. Considering it’s 9pm right now, that’s like 40 hours ago. Woah! That’s probably my longest time gone between posts like…ever. And I’ve been doing this for almost nine months!
The fire warms our heroes, and the night passes. Near dawn, the snow stops, though they all can see that the clouds still cover the heights of Caradhras. Going forward is out of the question. They can only go back down, but the snow is very deep. Several feet have fallen overnight, and the going is just as rough, but without the wind and falling snow. Legolas makes a joke that Gandalf could just burn everything away, which isn’t horribly well received. Boromir instead suggests strength.
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Feats of strength! So be it.
I assume that what Boromir proposes is for the strongest of the company to dig and throw snow away from the path, so that the four hobbits may walk without as much trouble. This sounds like when my neighbor would have to dig a path for her dog in the winter to go outside to pee, so I find it kind of silly. Legolas seems to feel that way too. He’s already joking about Gandalf lighting a fire that just melts everything away, when Gandalf is clearly not keen on using this power to send a beacon constantly into the sky.
In truth, apparently the snow didn’t trouble Legolas too much. Maybe that’s a part of being an elf. Or maybe just having “Lego” in your name makes you more awesome than everyone else.
But yes, now the story is taking us through the exciting time of getting down the mountain. Going over them didn’t work, so which preposition will we try on the mountains next? Under? Within? Tangent? My vote is for tangent.
“‘It is no more than a furlong off, I guess.'”