After all the success of climbing down this cliff, Sam can only worry about the rope. Now it’s stuck there! Is there any way to get it down? Won’t Gollum just use it to clamber down after them as easily as possible? These things are no good! He strokes the end of the rope sadly, saying goodbye.
What’s that? The rope comes right down! Frodo ridicules Sam for his poor knotting technique, though it seems apparent that the rope had elven magic in it to untie it at need. Nifty! The night seems happier now, though the moon is only half-full.
-Andy: Sam’s uncle, the Gaffer’s oldest brother. A boringly-named connoisseur of knots.
-Tighfield: Town in the Westfarthing of the Shire, where Andy and his rope-antics thrived.
And what kind of hobbit-culture is this? First off, Andy (short for Andwise) is a boring name for a hobbit. I guess I could say the same about Sam, but I knew about his full name being Samwise already, obviously. I didn’t catch on to “Andwise” until I looked him up just now. In the text, simply calling him “Andy” is straight up lame. Also, him being a avid rope artist is mighty strange. Apparently this is where Sam learned all about tying knots, which is why there’s no way that his knot fell apart just now. If there’s one thing Sam isn’t humble about, it must be tying knots.
Today’s Gollum Meter: 25 – “You’ve chilled off recently. Stay that way, please.”
It’s super nice to end a page feeling good for once. All this doom and gloom, now that we’re back with Frodo and Sam, and you quickly forget that things aren’t going terribly for everyone. I think they might even forget for a moment how the marshes coming up are going to screw with them. Well, at least the stars are making them feel better about that looming terror. Thanks, stars!
Words My Computer Didn’t Like:
No one dies today.
“‘I don’t think we’ll try the marshes by the light of half a moon.'”