My lateness today can only be attributed to joining in the fun of Game of Thrones tonight. Here’s to reading the books first.
Speaking of reading books…I’m still doing that.
Of course, Frodo doesn’t end up grabbing the ring. He resists that urge, and instead places his hand upon the phial that Galadriel gave to him so long ago. This gives him comfort. The dark ranks of Mordor file by. Then, Frodo remembers that his new friend, Faramir will be on the receiving end of this army. No more comfort.
Some time later, Sam shakes Frodo awake. Did he pass out in sadness? Unclear. However, the army has passed, and it is once again time to move out.
Wow. So all that excitement from yesterday died down just like that. The Witch-king rides off in a huff of his best “Guess it was the wind,” like every nameless guard in a stealth-based videogame, and Frodo passes out (sleeps?) for the entire rest of the army marching out of Minas Morgul. There’s all the fun, gone so quickly.
Thankfully, we’re about to trade walking for climbing, so…things might change.
Who am I kidding? No, they probably won’t change at all.
No one dies today.
“‘Come on, Mr. Frodo!'”