I just love Tolkien's descriptions in this part. The midmost stood somewhat forward from the others and sundered from them, an island in the waters, about which the flowing River flung pale shimmering arms. Distant but deep there came up on the wind a roaring sound like the roll of thunder heard far away. That is so gorgeous.
But oh, what a choice lies before them. Poor Aragorn, poor Frodo. :-/
'Elessar, the Elfstone son of Arathorn of the House of Valandil Isildur's son heir of Elendil' LOL it's the Man of Many Names!
Oh my, they've finally reached the point of no return. Poor Frodo, he has to be already dreading the next day, knowing that their future path lies squarely on his shoulders--not wanting to take the others into the greater dangers of the east but knowing he must go himself. A hard choice indeed!
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LOL, I love it when Aragorn reels off his full (almost) name. I love to hear you read.
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But oh, what a choice lies before them. Poor Aragorn, poor Frodo. :-/
Thank you so much for a lovely reading!!
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Oh my, they've finally reached the point of no return. Poor Frodo, he has to be already dreading the next day, knowing that their future path lies squarely on his shoulders--not wanting to take the others into the greater dangers of the east but knowing he must go himself. A hard choice indeed!
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