I WISH I WAS.
WHERE MY THOUGHT’S ESCAPING.
WHERE MY MUSIC’S PLAYING.
WHERE MY LOVE LIES WAITING.
SILENTLY FOR ME.
I have very little energy tonight, so this is going to…happen.
Travel! Leaving Rivendell, Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, and Gandalf ride on the road across country! Things would be good except for the fact that Frodo has one day of awfulness to commemorate the anniversary of him being stabbed at Weathertop. What luck! They’re coming to Weathertop just now! The pain and darkness fade, however, and the rest of the journey to Bree is uneventful. When they get there, it’s raining a lot.
I reminded myself today that they’re actually riding on roads, which makes this go so much easier than the first time. Now, they aren’t exactly galloping at full speed, but they don’t have to navigate marshes, hills, and whatnot. Everything is so much easier this time.
And that’s nice. However, it’s also boring. That’s why I opened today’s post with a quasi-shouting version of Simon and Garfunkel’s song, because that’s more interesting, right?
Don’t listen to me ever.
Meanwhile, I think my fingers are actually spent from typing a lot these past few days. I’m mistyping far more often than I’m used to. Perhaps I should’ve just posted an unedited version of this for fun. It would’ve been horrible.
No one dies today.
“It was locked fast; and the rain blew in their faces, and in the darkening sky low clouds went hurrying by, and their hearts sank a little, for they had expected more welcome.”