Blergh. I had to sit around in sweatpants all day today, and it was really tiring.
Frodo and Sam had a more interesting day. In the pouring rain, Frodo is stuck on the lower ledge, unable to see much of anything. Sam is about to climb down himself, another stupid idea, when Frodo’s sight returns, and he suggests using rope. But…they don’t have any rope! OH YES, THEY DO. Sam remembers the elven rope that Galadriel gifted to him. Why not use that? Berating himself for being so dumb to forget about it, Sam hauls Frodo up.
Now, wasn’t that easy? It’s unknown why Frodo can’t see. He isn’t stuck someplace dark; Sam can see him from above. He wasn’t struck by anything. He’s just blind, for a little bit at least. Could fear have done that? Possible.
Meanwhile, we can laugh at Sam’s ruralisms once more. Ruralisms? Yes, I just made that up. A new word! Of course, it means certain sayings that one might utter if one were a country bumpkin. Sam is such.
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And how! Those are what I’m referring to. See? It’s basically only a few short steps away from being a cotton-headed ninnymuggins.
And these are the reasons why Sam is so much fun. Hopefully there are many, many more ruralisms to come.
No one dies today.
“Half hauled, half scrambling, Frodo came up and threw himself on the ground.”