I’m making a concerted effort to write this earlier than I have been getting used to, to try to avoid this anger that the internet has developed for me. I did say I thought that, at some point, my tardiness would come back to bite me. It’s been trying.
In today’s action, Sam begins his march up Mount Doom with Frodo on his back. Sam finds Frodo surprisingly light, and is happy to not notice any added weight from the ring. He walks until he can go no further, then sets Frodo down. Frodo opens his eyes and thanks Sam. Sam then sees a path some way ahead, winding up the mountain. This is their chance. Though Sam still does not know the way, this path will lead him exactly where they need to go.
Hey! A path! To be honest, I have no idea what a path is doing in this part of the world. How often does Sauron venture up to the Cracks of Doom? You’d think that he went up there to forge the ring, but I wouldn’t know of any other reason for a continuous usage of the direct magma. Who’s maintaining this path? That might be either the worst or best job in Mordor, when you think about it.
I mean, really, there are a lot of roads in Mordor, for forces marching this way and that. There has to be someone in charge of them, and undoubtedly someone who ventures up here from time to time. It’s like the guy who does the landscaping on one mostly inaccessible spot on a Disney World ride. It’s hard to get to, but it has to be done, I guess.
Enough about that! We’re so close! Sam got further today than he expected, and we’re somewhat halfway up Mount Doom. Onward!
No one dies today.
“Sam could not see the course immediately above him, where it was lowest, for a steep slope went up from where he stood; but he…”