The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum - View Single Post - Walk To Rivendell" aka "The Eowyn Challenge"

Naz · 10-01-2003, 04:01 PM

You have walked 110.15 miles.
You have passed Old Man Willow (110).
It is 4.84999999999999 miles to the next landmark.
You still have 347.85 miles to Rivendell.

After stumbling along for some way along the stream, they came quite suddenly out of the gloom. As if through a gate they saw the sunlight before them. Coming to the opening they found that they had made their way down through a cleft in a high steep bank, almost a cliff. At its feet was a wide space of grass and reeds; and in the distance could be glimpsed another bank almost as steep. A golden afternoon of late sunshine lay warm and drowsy upon the hidden land between. In the midst of it there wound lazily a dark river of brown water, bordered with ancient willows, arched over with willows, blocked with fallen willows, and flecked with thousands of faded willow-leaves. The air was thick with them, fluttering yellow from the branches; for there was a warm and gentle breeze blowing softly in the valley, and the reeds were rustling, and the willow-boughs were creaking.

3.46 miles in just today

Tom: Hey dol, derry dol--

Me: RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!

Pip: That Tom is dynamic!

10-01-2003, 04:01 PM	#1072
Naz Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: May 2003 Location: my TARDIS! Posts: 288	You have walked 110.15 miles. You have passed Old Man Willow (110). It is 4.84999999999999 miles to the next landmark. You still have 347.85 miles to Rivendell. After stumbling along for some way along the stream, they came quite suddenly out of the gloom. As if through a gate they saw the sunlight before them. Coming to the opening they found that they had made their way down through a cleft in a high steep bank, almost a cliff. At its feet was a wide space of grass and reeds; and in the distance could be glimpsed another bank almost as steep. A golden afternoon of late sunshine lay warm and drowsy upon the hidden land between. In the midst of it there wound lazily a dark river of brown water, bordered with ancient willows, arched over with willows, blocked with fallen willows, and flecked with thousands of faded willow-leaves. The air was thick with them, fluttering yellow from the branches; for there was a warm and gentle breeze blowing softly in the valley, and the reeds were rustling, and the willow-boughs were creaking. 3.46 miles in just today Tom: Hey dol, derry dol-- Me: RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY! Pip: That Tom is dynamic!