Last weekend, I learned how to bake. Tonight, I learned how to grill. Look out, world, before you know it I’m going to be making souffles or something.
Oh, the book. Right.
The orcs’ trail is finally reaching Fangorn, but up ahead Legolas sees a band of riders coming their way, riding right down the very trail they’ve been following. Smoke rises behind them. The three hunters don’t take long to realize their plight. The riders will reach them soon, and there’s no escape. Aragorn chooses to wait for them, as they might have news of the orc band. Thankfully, he has some familiarity with the riders of Rohan, and knows them to be friendly.
To make matter more interesting, Legolas (who can see everything, I guess) notices three horses riding without men atop them. That has all the signs of a battle. It really doesn’t take a stretch of the imagination to know that these riders encountered the orcs. Don’t act surprised.
At least we can view them with friendly eyes! Meeting new friends is fun!
And, why not relax while the riders make their way over? That’s the best idea anyone’s had in a long time. If you’re going to be overtaken by people NOT EVEN MAKING MUCH OF AN EFFORT BECAUSE THEY’RE RIDING HORSES, why not sit around? I would. Aragorn has officially cleansed himself of all that bad decision-making that he was worried about a few days ago back at Amon Hen.
Joke of the day goes to Gimli. “We may get news from them,” says Aragorn. “Or spears,” quips Gimli. What a guy. He even asks if they’re just going to sit and wait for sudden death. Always the worry-wart, that one.
All in all, Aragorn explains that Rohan used to be a friendly place. But now, who knows. Remember, these are evil times.
Evil, evil times. With extra evil.
“‘They have long been the friends of the…'”