Mr. Bill, I'm afraid you're right.
Last night, my flash drive suddenly became unrecognizable to my computer, and I thought I had lost EVERYTHING. Of course, in addition to all my files that I use for various other things, I had Lord of the Rings on there. Yes, 289 pages. All gone.
Well, not all gone. I realized that I had a backup on my old drive, although I hadn’t updated it in a while. So, while I had everything else, the only thing I was really missing was the amount of pages between the time I last saved onto that drive. This was in December. I’m back to page 171.
I’m now going back to retype everything that I lost. It’s frustrating, but I’ll make it. In the meantime, these posts might be a bit sparse. I’m concentrating my time towards that right now.
Anyway, today Frodo nearly dies. He starts feeling warm and drowsy, which is kind of the sign of freezing to death. Boromir pulls him from the snow, scolding Gandalf about how they’re all going to die. Gandalf passes around a drink he was given in Rivendell, which cheers everyone up to a point, but the snow is still falling. They try, unsuccessfully, to light a fire. That is, until Gandalf steps in and magics them a fire. BOOM! Blue and green, but a fire nonetheless. Of course, now anyone in like half of Middle-earth knows where they are, but at least they’re warm.
–miruvor: The cordial of Imladris! Good old Rivendell moonshine, making everybody feel better.
Oh, I should also mention that I’m trying to hammer out today’s blog post at stupid-early o’clock because I’m generally busy for the rest of the day. Baseball game!
I'm venturing down to enemy territory.
Fellowship of the LATE: 15 pages
And I already feel like I need to wrap this up. Let’s hit on a few things.
As Frodo lies in the snow, freezing to death, he imagines that he’s having a conversation with Bilbo, who disapproves of his diary. It is not worthy! Because, even dying, apparently Frodo will always feel inadequate and guilty in the eyes of Bilbo. How joyous for him.
Also, when Gandalf starts the fire, he essentially makes an enormous beacon, and calls it a sign saying “Gandalf is here”. So, in many years, this part of Caradhras will feel like a public restroom, with “Gandalf wuz here” scrawled across its cliff-face? Sounds about right.
Words My Computer Didn’t Like:
If it’s in italics or ends in “-ings” on this page, we don’t like it. At least we know where spellcheck stands.
“Their hearts were rejoiced to see the light of the fire. The wood…”
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