The length of this chapter is surprising. We’ve now left the riders of Rohan behind, but the chapter with that name drags on. However, it ends in two more pages, as I discovered in turning the page after typing up today’s. It’s the little things like that that keep me going.
We start today with a conversation about how hard this news (Merry and Pippin’s deaths) will be for people like Frodo and Bilbo. While Elrond insisted that the two be left out of the
Fellowship Company, Gandalf wanted them to come. He certainly didn’t mean for them to meet their ends like this.
“He didn’t mean for a lot of things to happen, Sam.”
Yep, he definitely didn’t intend on falling into a dark pit either. Oops.
The night wears on, and Gimli wants to build a fire. Aragorn warns him against doing that, as the woods of Fangorn are full of evil tales. Since their path will likely take them into the forest, he doesn’t want to risk angering the trees. But no need, because Gimli finds sticks already broken from the branches, and uses these instead of harming the living matter. He puts a fire together, while Aragorn broods and Legolas again stares off into the middle distance.
If I didn’t know better, I’d call Aragorn heavily superstitious. However, he has a point. And, as a baseball fan, I actually look pretty favorably on superstitions.
Strangely enough, the tree above their camp seems to be reacting favorably to the fire. Honestly, this is the opposite response that I would expect, but we’ll go with it. Trees have feelings too.
The supposed state of Merry and Pippin? Still dead.
“It may have been that the dancing shadows tricked their eyes, but…”