Frodo entered Rivendell unconscious, but because of his friends, unbeaten.
Thoughts on the Passage – Book I, Chapter 12 (p215, 50th Anniv. Ed.)
Finally! We have arrived in Rivendell! There were no parties, no celebrations, no Elvish women jumping out of cakes. There were only a whole slew of decisions to make and back stories to tell.
Frodo and his friends arrived in Rivendell on October 20th, twenty-seven days after leaving Hobbiton. With only one day off at Tom Bombadil’s house, they averaged about seventeen and a half miles each day.
They would stay in Rivendell until December 25th. Since this blog is necessarily following the movements of Frodo, I can’t exactly take two months off to wait until they get moving again. Tomorrow, I’ll pick up with the Fellowship leaving Rivendell.
In my writing (as well as exercising) I cover about five miles each day. For the first (roughly) 220ish miles, Tolkien is in his best montage mode. We learn amazingly little about the walk and even less about those walking. In all, it takes only a few sentences. At my rate of five miles each day, this will take me around a month and a half. Rather than writing nothing (as there’s literally nothing to write about), I’m going to delve into the first two chapters of Book Two (the second half of Fellowship of the Ring. I’ll try my best to take it in chronological order, as Tolkien unfolded it in the book. I’m sure, however, there will be forays into other subjects and texts.
Prior to reading the Lord of the Rings, my thoughts on the the Council of Elrond could simply be summed up: “And my axe!” But there is oh so much more. I’m really looking forward to digging into it.
Of course, I’ll also keep track of where the Fellowship is moving. I’ll even try to sneak in a detailed map or two.
If anyone has ideas for topics (based upon the first two chapters of Book Two, of course), please let me know. I’m sure I’ll need a bit of help.
About the Photo
To me, Rivendell is bridges. I mean, I know it’s not, but I can’t think of the place without imagining needlessly ornate concrete bridges. Also, art deco anything. But in this case, here’s a photo of Diablo Dam in Washington. Personally, I absolutely abhor dams. Yet, I love bridges. This dam is both.
- Day 93
- Miles today: 4
- Miles thus far: 458
- 462 miles to Lothlórien
- 1,320 miles to Mt. Doom
Today’s stopping place: Book I, Chapter 12. Rivendell! (map)