At this point in their journey, Frodo, Sam, and Pippin fell in with a company of elves. I am trying to imagine what it must have been like, in the midst of fear still caused by the distant presence of a Black Rider, to see something as ethereal and beautiful as elves.
If folk think that it is rare to see a hobbit lass abroad in these new, brighter days after the destruction of the dark lord, than seeing an elf is an even more privileged sight. I know that I am travelling towards Rivendell, and there are tales told that the Lord of Rivendell, Elrond, still resides there. His "Homely House" is always open to the traveler.
It must have been heartening for the original questing hobbits to have seen those elves so many years ago; knowing that they would not travel this part of the path alone.
Posted by Key at September 27, 2011 02:31 PM