It’s page 1000! That’s like, cool and all, but let me start on a more somber note.
I was wrong. Guys, I was so sincerely and horribly wrong.
I had 1010 stuck in my mind. 1010 pages. That was my endpoint. And I was wrong. Yes, in fact, there are 1010 pages in total. However, I had (for quite some time, it would seem) misplaced that in my mind as the final page. It is not. Since we started on page 21, and there are still 1010 pages, we will end on page 1031. So…we still have another month. I feel strange about this. While I’m fine with keeping going and I have no intention to stop, I was really ramping up to that ending. I was thinking nearly every day about what I want to write in conclusion. I have some good thoughts, but they’ll have to wait. We’re not ending this month. Give it one more.
Anyway, what actually happens today?
Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin make their way into a guardhouse to spend the night. They’re breaking all sorts of rules, but none of the hobbits seems to want to do anything other than occasionally speak up and voice their apprehension. Hob continues to give some information, about how the pipe-weed has been running short for nearly a year now. Word has it that it was being sent south. Other hobbits keep him quiet, in fear of “the Chief” hearing about tonight’s events.
Well, at the end of the page, we hear that “the Chief” did indeed get some news. Frodo and friends had planned on stopping by their briefly held dwelling at Crickhollow, but instead opt to travel straight to Hobbiton. There are things that need to be done.
I’m a bit reeling from my embarrassment of my error. I don’t have a whole lot of thoughts on this page because I was so concerned with trying to explain all that.
However, it’s important to point out that some hobbits have noticed a significant size difference in Merry and Pippin. If you recall, drinking water from Treebeard gave them a bit more height and strength than the average hobbit, and it’s apparently noticeable.
That’s not much, but I find it interesting when something like that is mentioned again in passing. It really happened. Over the course of the year or so that they were gone, Merry and Pippin grew noticeably.
No one dies today.
“A great cloud of it was going up far away in the direction of the Woody End.”