This is it, the final page of Book Three. So…what’s exciting?
Not too much, really. Gandalf tells Pippin that they’re headed for Minas Tirith, as quickly as possible, before war catches up with them. He points out some other things, and tells Pippin to sleep for now. They’ll stop sometime near dawn, hopefully at Edoras. Pippin falls asleep, with Shadowfax running swiftly on into the night.
-Mount Mindolluin: The easternmost peak of the White Mountains, towering next to Minas Tirith. Cities like to be at the ends of mountain ranges, I’ve noticed.
I don’t know why Gandalf had originally said they were going to Helm’s Deep. He doesn’t explain, even when Pippin asks. Sudden change of mind? Perhaps he meant to mislead even Théoden into thinking they were heading to the same place, just faster. The less people know of their intentions, the better.
Looking back, Gandalf never explicitly said he was going to Helm’s Deep, just ahead. He implied that he and Pippin would see the Deeping-coomb, but, again, never said that they would actually go there. Subtle.
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And that’s the end of that. Theoretically, as I said yesterday, I’m halfway through. We’re more than that, page-wise, but I’ve completed three of six books. Not bad! Here’s to finishing up three more.
And…here’s to the next few months of my life only being about Frodo and Sam.
“As he fell slowly into sleep, Pippin had a strange feeling: he and Gandalf were still as stone, seated upon the statue of a running horse, while the world rolled away beneath his feet with a great noise of wind.”