Nine Walkers
Oct. 25th, 2004 10:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanFrodo, Climbing the Redhorn Pass
Somehow I imagined that mountains were much like hills -- just a bit taller -- but in three hours we’ve already climbed far higher than any hill the Shire has to offer. We’ve left the trees behind, except for twisted evergreens that lie nearly flat to hide from the endless wind.
Were Bilbo’s mountains this high? His path this narrow? The drop so steep? He talked about the bite of wind, and the breath of snow, but by the hearth in Bag End it sounded no worse than climbing to the top of the Great Smials with a toboggan at my heels.
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Somehow I imagined that mountains were much like hills -- just a bit taller -- but in three hours we’ve already climbed far higher than any hill the Shire has to offer. We’ve left the trees behind, except for twisted evergreens that lie nearly flat to hide from the endless wind.
Were Bilbo’s mountains this high? His path this narrow? The drop so steep? He talked about the bite of wind, and the breath of snow, but by the hearth in Bag End it sounded no worse than climbing to the top of the Great Smials with a toboggan at my heels.
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