Ouch my shoulder has been feeling very sore, and has made the trek down from Weathertop very slow going and painful. In a funny sort of way, this is quite apt, as Frodo’s own journey was also very hard going after the Nazgul blade incident. It is quite a way from here to the Fords of Bruinen and onwards to Rivendell, and will be a slow journey through very desolate lands.
I cheered myself up during the day’s hike by defeating a Goblin called Luz at the foot of Weathertop. Now, I am sure that someone at the Forsaken Inn had mentioned him before – I can’t remember who (well there are many people that frequent it regularly, myself included). Anyway, I am sure that they will be pleased, when I manage to journey back there again!
I crossed the east-west road, and found a place to rest for the night. Whilst setting up my camp, I thought back to Frodo’s time at Weathertop, and Aragorn recanting to the hobbits the tale of Beren and Luthien Tinuviel. It occurred to me that the tale is quite similar to my own fellow kin members, Hesgarlaf and Pashraen. Not quite as grand a story yet, but still a love story between man and elf. I really must write a poem about it!
Anyway, nothing much to report tonight, so I will rest my head here.