Julia, 20, Haitian/Filipina, relatively normal college BS Life Sciences student with too many interests. My blog is mostly Tolkien, attractive men who are too old for me, and a number of shows like Hannibal and The Musketeers, although I appreciate good things in general. Apparently K-Pop is my thing now so expect a lot of that too. Proceed with caution.
Today in Middle-Earth: Escape across the Ford of Bruinen: Elrond and Gandalf release the flood and the Nazgul are swept away; Frodo is brought to Rivendell (October 20th, 3018 T.A.)
‘Ride on! Ride on!’ cried Glorfindel, and then loud and clear he called to the horse in the elf-tongue: noro lim, noro lim, Asfaloth!
At once the white horse sprang away and sped like the wind along the last lap of the Road. At the same moment the black horses leaped down the hill in pursuit, and from the Riders came a terrible cry, such as Frodo had heard filling the woods with horror in the Eastfarthing far away. It was answered; and to the dismay of Frodo and his friends out from the trees and rocks away on the left four other Riders came flying. Two rode towards Frodo; two galloped madly towards the Ford to cut off his escape. They seemed to him to run like the wind and to grow swiftly larger and darker, as their courses converged with his.