Walking, walking, walking. We walk all day. We walk for four days. We walk.
That was a haiku, kinda.
So, basically, Frodo and Sam walk for four more days in pain and despair. Sounds like fun? Totally is. We get some images to sync up with Aragorn’s march, too. His forces have reached the crossroads, and, in burning some fields, set Sauron off in anger and fear. He isn’t paying attention to the goings on in Mordor, and so Frodo and Sam can slip by, even occasionally on the roads.
Unfortunately, Frodo continues to deteriorate. Sam watches as Frodo stumbles along nearly blindly.
And this is that part where things are really bad, but there’s nothing much that can be done. Mordor is a featureless land, so there isn’t much to say about it as our heroes pass through.
I’m glad for the update on Aragorn, though. I was so worried that the timing was going to feel really funky, but it looks fine now. I get flustered about things like that.
And yet again, it’s really just another page of walking. We always come back to that. Here, at the end, we’re building up to that big explosive finale. Things will feel a bit down until we hit that.
Oh, and then there’s that after-finale denouement-wrecking thing. Don’t forget about that!
No one dies today.
“Anxiously Sam noted how his master’s left hand would often be raised as if to ward off a blow, or to screen…”