I’ve written more than you today.
Seriously, I think I might be pushing 10,000 words right now. I wish it was because of something cool like NaNoWriMo, but it’s just my stupid side job, which is eating up more and more of my time.
As such, tonight will be short and sweet.
Merry’s left behind! Oh, no! Bergil comforts him.
We fly over to the army, marching away from Minas Tirith! I was right! We’re not getting anyone’s point of view specifically, yet. They make it across the river through Osgiliath and over to the crossroads by evening. There Aragorn has heralds blow, and men work to restore the broken statue there. Others, Imrahil among them, debate whether or not to simply attack Minas Morgul, and sneak into Mordor through the pass of Cirith Ungol.
Gandalf hates this idea. He has reasons.
Ring reasons, of course! If that’s where Frodo is, we don’t want to start a battle on top of him. Imrahil is sucking more and more by the day.
Nonetheless, it’s nice to see that defiled statue getting a facelift…literally. We spent so much time there with Frodo and Sam, there HAD to be a moment where we’d return. Here we are.
Days Until The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug: 21
No one dies today.
“But against this Gandalf had spoken urgently, because of the evil that dwelt in the valley, where the minds of living men would turn to madness and horror, and because also of the news that Faramir…”