“Fool of a Took!”
There is a huge hole in the middle of the floor in the room, which clearly was once a guardroom off of the three-passageway intersection. While everyone is setting up for bed, Pippin is drawn to said hole. He drops a stone. It’s a long time before he hears it hit bottom, and the sound makes Gandalf jump. Beats echo up as well, seeming like a signal. Gimli passes it off as a hammer, but Gandalf scolds Pippin, giving him first watch.
Pippin sits up alone, now afraid of the hole, while Gandalf lays awake, trying to think of which way they need to go.
Fellowship of the LATE: 38 pages
Wait…Gimli can assume that these distant beats are from a hammer, even though there probably haven’t been any dwarves in Moria for a long time? Okay, sure, maybe we can assume that they’re down there, somewhere, hammering away. But what about the clear signs that the mines are in disrepair? This passageway is falling apart, with cracks everywhere. Not to mention this “guardhouse” is decrepit. No sane being leaves an enormous hole in the floor if they’re using that room regularly. Face it: dwarves aren’t here, so that “hammering” must be from something sinister.
Gandalf seems to know what’s going on, but I don’t think he wants everyone to start panicking. It’s like when you find a cockroach at, say, work. You don’t want to tell anyone that doesn’t have to know. As long as it’s dead, problem solved. Ignorance is bliss. But if you let it run around unchecked, that problem is only going to get worse, and people are going to find out. Right now, the Fellowship have a cockroach running around. And by “cockroach”, I mean horde of orcs.
No cockroaches were harmed in the making of this blog. Sorry.
“He was deep in thought, trying to recall every memory of his former journey…”