Wooooo Book Four!
Bam! Smack! Frodo! Sam! All of a sudden!
Here we go, with our two most heroic hobbits out on their own, lost in the Emyn Muil on the eastern shores of Anduin. They can’t find their way through the maze of rocks, although they’re currently on a peak, staring out at the black line of mountains that mark the boundary of Mordor.
Sam is convinced that they’re hopelessly lost, and in a horrible mess. Frodo doesn’t say much, but comments on the bog that Sam catches a whiff of.
Yep. Not too much today, and I’m kind of doing this while also watching a movie. Anyone have any tips on focus right now? Sometimes I feel like I’m the one lost in the Emyn Muil.
But who’s excited about spending all this time with Frodo and Sam? Don’t forget, we’ve jumped back in time a bit. This is only three days after the big breakup at Amon Hen. That means Merry and Pippin are still in the company of the orcs…I think, and Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli are hot on their trail. But, we won’t see them again for a while. All of their action is happening during what we’re about to see.
With that in mind, we head into day after day of Frodo and Sam, well, simply walk into Mordor.
Over and out, for today.
“‘Mordor!’ he muttered under his breath. ‘If I must go…'”