*gets teary eyed* Aww, guys... thanks^ ^; *bows* eheh..
This is best thing that's happened to me today!!:
You have walked 438.10 miles.
You have reached the Ford of Bruinen! (436)
You have only 19.9 miles to Rivendell.
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 white 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.
*much to Asfaloth's dismay, everyone has found a way to climb onto him & are making him go towards Rivendell*
Asfaloth: *Now where's a nice canyon when you need one..?*
Sam: AUUUGH!! MR. FRODO!! *shakes Frodo*
Ary: *to Glorfindel* ...And alluva sudden, Gandalf says, "Would you mind picking this little hobbit guy? He's going around with a weird Nazgully thingy, & with her retarded self- more than Pip"-he said it, not me-"-Frodo may need help- mentally." And I really had no choice, or else it was the Pokey Stick of Doom for me...
Naz: *holding onto Asfaloth's mane* Noro lim, Asfaloth! Whoo hoooo!!!
Glorfindel: Oh, Eru, save me..
Ary: *hits Naz over the head with butt of his sword* SHUT UP! We prolly won't get into Rivendell with you hollering like a retard!
Naz: Oh, but what else is new, Ary? What else is new?
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