Tonight belongs to many things.
1) Tonight belongs to Lord of the Rings. Because…well, I still need to write this.
2) Tonight belongs to the Slinger. Because in the battle of Man vs. Food…
3) Tonight belongs to Johan Santana and the New York Mets.
WAIT! I’m still a Cubs fan, right?
Yes, but tonight Santana pitched the first no-hitter in Mets history, a history dating back to 1962. I’m a fan of that.
Anyway, isn’t there a page to get to?
The Fellowship walks away from the mountains, but Gimli stops when he sees a column rising not far from the road. He must go see it, and Aragorn grants him this wish. Bringing Frodo and Sam, Gimli stands by the pillar and looks into Mirrormere. The reflection of the mountains and sky is glorious. Gimli honors the ancient Durin, and returns to the group as they head off in the direction that Gandalf would have had them take.
-Durin’s Stone: That would be the pillar. It is supposedly the spot where Durin looked into Mirrormere as he arrived to build Moria. And thus, a very religious spot for dwarves.
-the Crown of Durin: A strange sparkling that comes from Mirrormere when viewed from the spot of Durin’s Stone. It is said that this “crown” will remain until Durin comes again. Yay mythos!
Middle-earth mythology is awesome. Hey, it’s part of the reason I wanted to do this in the first place.
Fellowship of the LATE: 59 pages
Okay, what else is there to say? I don’t want to drag this out too long. So much else has happened tonight.
Proof that Aragorn has a soul: he lets Gimli take the time to do this. Good guys have souls. That’s a thing.
Don’t forget that the main goal here is to run away from the mountains as quickly as possible. Should they linger after nightfall, the orcs of Moria could come out hunting to find the Fellowship. That would be no good. In the end, Aragorn hopes to follow the Silverlode river until it flows into Anduin.
Will that plan work out? We’ll see…
Hint: if every plan worked out perfectly, this would be a boring book.
“‘For I shall take you by the road that Gandalf chose, and first I hope to come to the woods where the Silverlode flows into the…'”