This is a cheeky hobbit lass who is walking from Bag End to Rivendell, in the steps of Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin. I departed on the second day of September and have been making slow but sure progress.
Today being the eleventh day, I have decided to keep an account of the happenings that meet me on the road. Unfortunately, the land after the twentieth mile marker is simply rolling hills...and if my sketchy, hand-written guide is to be believed, then I can expect much more of this for the next few days.
It has been years since those four hobbits returned to the shire, and the world is different...at least, that's what they say. We're still cleaning up the mess from Sharkey and his horrible slaves...
But past that, I have decided that I want to do it myself. It is over sixteen hundred miles to Mordor, the final place in my guide. You would think from some of the tales that it is not quite that far...but I am learning differently.
Although my first large goal for myself is Rivendell, I have set my sights even closer along the path to a very important place: The Prancing Pony. I have over one hundred miles until then, but I am determined.
The Shire itself is now behind me; I have traveled from Hobbiton through Tookland, crossed the Brandywine Bridge and am on Stock Road.
What is it old Bilbo Baggins used to say? The road goes ever on and on.
He was right!
Posted by Key at September 13, 2011 02:20 PM