Yesterday I walked a quick two miles. And I do mean quick. The second mile was completed in 12 minutes! As Old Man Willow slowly devours my friends into the darkness of his trunk, I can hear some singing from up the road. Unsure whether to be overjoyed that someone has come to help or to start screaming at Old Man Willow to take me too, I at last decide to try to rescue my friends myself before Bombadil reaches us. Fingering the belt at my waist and the scarf around my neck, I consider tying and gagging him, or at least the latter.
However, I've learned something very important, if you don't want someone to sing, then
you sing. I've composed a long walking song that I will sing over and over again, never letting him get a word in. It runs as follows:
I?m travelling far out of the Shire
To Rivendell the very fair
O?er little river and field
And soon I will arrive there
And soon I will arrive there
And soon I will arrive there
O?er little river and field
And soon I will arrive there
The morning first dawns so lovely
And I wake up and go on
I walk many miles further
I walk through the glory of dawn
I walk through the glory of dawn
I walk through the glory of dawn
O?er little river and field
I walk through the glory of dawn
A bird is singing up above
And I reply politely
As I say farewell to the Shire
Rivendell is beckoning to me
Rivendell is beckoning to me
Rivendell is beckoning to me
As I say farewell to the Shire
Rivendell is beckoning to me
The day wears on until evening
Comes stealing over the sun
And near to Bree I approach
My journey will soon be done
My journey will soon be done
My journey will soon be done
And near to Bree I approach
My journey will soon be done
I wander on through the night
With Rivendell on my mind
And in that peaceful stillness
Sweet restfulness I do find
Sweet restfulness I do find
Sweet restfulness I do find
And in that peaceful stillness
Sweet restfulness I do find
That night I slumber on
Sweet dreams come stealing o?er me
And in those beautiful dreams
Fair Rivendell I can see
Fair Rivendell I can see
Fair Rivendell I can see
And in those beautiful dreams
Fair Rivendell I can see
My journey will lead me
O?er paths barely touched and well-worn
Through sunset, nighttime, and dreaming
And on to the glorious morn
And on to the glorious morn
And on to the glorious morn
Through sunset, nighttime, and dreaming
And on to the glorious morn
It's to the tune of Rosin the Beau, which can be found
here. It's stops in the middle, but you can start it over again, or you can just keep that tune in mind. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] Once I memorize my newest work, I can sing it as I tramp through the fields!
4 - 6 miles today. I have to leave Bombadil as soon as I can, or I fear I shall go mad.