Then the leader, who was now half across the Ford, stood up menancing in his stirrups, and raised up his hand. Frodo was stricken dumb...
The elf-horse reared and snorted.
The foremost of the black horses had almost set foot upon the shore.
At that moment, there came a roaring and a rushing: a noise of loud waters rolling many stones. Dimly Frodo saw the river below him rise, and down along its course there came a plumed cavalry of waves. White flames seemed to Frodo to flicker on their crests and he half fancied that he saw amid the water white riders upon thier horses with frothing manes. The three Riders that were still in the midst of the Ford were overwhelmed: they disappeared, buried suddenly under angry foam. Those that were behind drew back in dismay....
The black horses were filled with madness, and leaping forward in terror they bore their riders into the rushing flood....
Then Frodo felt himself falling, and the roaring and confusion seemed to rise and engulf him together with his enemiers. He heard and saw no more.
As we sit near the banks of the ford, I recall the passages from the Red Book of Westmarch, describing what happened here when Frodo reached it, pursued by the fearsome Nazgul. How thankful I am that we do not have them riding hard after us! We do have something following us, but what I do not know. Sometimes, I would rather have a Nazgul behind me and know what it was, then an unkown creature. I rest easier knowing that Elladan and Elrohir are not far behind as well. But what if they should become too far behind?
Such thoughts, though, are depressing on such a lovely May afternoon! There are birds singing gaily in the trees, and I have seen many small animals running happily about. It is so peaceful and refreshing to sit here beside the banks of the river, and listen to it murmering gently by. It is very gentle today, compared to when Frodo and his companions passed by!
Samdo and Elanor have started a splashing game in the shallows. Vila and Lira have joined them. The water looks so cool and inviting... I believe I shall go join them!
Namarie!
~ Lady Rosriel*, 8 miles
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*smiles at the others*
Hobbits are tough creatures indeed, that they can brave the icy waters of the Bruinen this early in the year! I thought only rangers and elves were that hardy! Truely the King was right when he said that hobbits were built tougher than he ever saw!
Oh well. Perhaps I shall join them...I've spent enough time concocting a trap for our Elvish twins for one morning...
*splashes Elena*
The water is not very cold! Come in and see!
*shoves Vila underwater*
*flees, laughing*
Well of course you don't think it's cold! You're an elf!
*Splashes Lira back*
It's [i]warm[/i]
*pulls Elena underwater*
I have a mild obcession with pushing people into lakes/rivers/etc, can you tell?
*comes up sputtering*
All right! That's it!
*starts running after Lira*
Water isn't the only thing in a river you know! There is also MUD!
*runs quickly*
help! vila, save me!
*sputters*
*splashes Lira*
Nah, I don't think so.
And yes, you do have an obsession, my dear. =P
*laughs and runs after Elena*
Wait! I'll help you push her in!
*splash* *spluttering* Samdo! What in the world did you trip me for? Now you're going to get dunked!
*tackles Lira with a splash*
there, I think I'm back for all the drowning, now
*runs away laughing*
*trips Vila*
Ha! My revenge!
*runs away before Vila can get up*
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