What was that? Could it be, the fleeting f-bomb? Fellowship?!
NO. It’s already been said as the title of the first book, so I’m not going to count a chapter title.
Fellowship of the LATE: 120 pages
However, if it doesn’t come up in this chapter, it becomes a total failure. Here’s to hoping that doesn’t happen!
Anyway, the boats come to rest at the foot of Amon Hen, and Aragorn leads them all to make camp there for the night. He, however, cannot sleep. He wakens Frodo for the next watch, but asks him to draw Sting. A foreboding has been lying on his mind. Sure enough, Sting shines blue, though only lightly. Orcs are near, though they may only be across the river. They will be cautious tomorrow.
-Parth Galen: The grassy plain on the banks of Anduin at the foot of Amon Hen. Sounds like a nice place to rest!
I sometimes forget that Sting is more than just a sword. It’s an orc-detecting device!
Add to that how Aragorn kind of senses the orcs nearby, and they’ve basically set up an orc sonar system. Too bad we haven’t been able to make more use of it. The only problem is distance. Sting’s glow can vary depending on how close by the orcs are, but no one quite knows exactly how the brightness corresponds to distance. What’s the range on that thing?
Nonetheless, orcs are near. The time has come to do battle with the forces of evil! Prepare for action! Intrigue! Betrayal! Breaking! Fellowship!
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