Post by Stormrider on May 30, 2015 19:24:55 GMT -6
The next morning, they hitched the horses to the wagon and loaded up. Heading to Rushock Bog they passed several neighbors who were, of course, nosey. The family explained that they were taking a holiday up Needlehole way which seemed rather boring to the nosey neighbors. A boring holiday should quench the spread of too much gossip!
They arrived at the hill before Rushock Bog early so they waited for Burtrand Bellringer. Tobin stood on top of the luggage so he would have a good view of the surrounding area. A few minutes before the appointed time, Tobin pointed, "I see a rider coming up the road!" As the rider drew closer they could see it was indeed Burtrand in this gold robe and pointy hat and deep purple cloak. He rode a magnificent golden pony with flaxen mane and tail.
"Good morning to you all! he said cheerfully. "Wonderful weather to start an adventure." The family greeted him excitedly and agreed with him about the weather. "Well, let us get started then! It should take us the entire day pulling a wagon filled with hobbits and their luggage."
They road down the hill leaving the stone walls and street lamps behind. When they reached the first wooden bridge, they found that it was too narrow for a wagon to cross, but the water was not deep nor too wide so they went through the water. The chirping of crickets was all around them and they saw bog-toads and bog-slugs everywhere. They were pestered by the biting gnats that buzzed around their heads mercilessly.
As they approached the second wooden bridge, Burtrand pointed to the southwest. "Look over the top of that hill. What do you see?" The family turned to look where he pointed. "I see something up there." said Belle. "It looks like the head and shoulders of a very large person." Burtrand chuckled, "Not a person to be sure. That is a Troll who was roaming around the bog and did not make it back to his cave before sunrise. He turned to stone when dawn came. That hill is known as Troll's Knoll."
They reached the second bridge and drove the wagon through the shallow water again and continued following the windy cobblestone path to a stone bridge. It was wider than the wooden bridges and they were able to carefully cross it because it was still a bit of a tight squeeze.
They traveled through Needlehole without drawing much attention to themselves. Needlehole was the last hobbit inhabited town before entering Ered Luin and passersby of different races was a common occurrence. They traveled over two more stone bridges until they arrived at Rushock Gate.
"Oh! Look at the waterfall!" exclaimed Mary Jane and Belle together. They stopped for a bite to eat overlooking the waterfall thundering into the Rushock and then pushed on through an arched hedge and up the hill into Ered Luin.
"Oh! The cherry trees are lovely." said Mother. "They are in bloom and so pink!" They travelled a while longer noticing the rolling hills, ponds, rivers, and more waterfalls. They crossed another stone bridge and came up to an arched bridge with winding stairs. The stairs were a bit of a problem with the wagon so everyone got out and father led the horses up step by step while everyone else made sure the wagon followed behind without getting stuck.
Up the hill, Duillond was to their left. The could see the tall white buildings and more winding stairs overhanging them from the hill it was built in to. Elves leaned over the railings and waved at them. Some had their instruments and were playing while others sang with beautiful voices, the words in a language unknown to the hobbits. The children laughed and waved back. Father and Mother smiled and nodded to the Elves as they passed.
* "Ai! Mae g'ovannen! Isferon, Dorongur, Penglir, and Fanhir." Waved Burtrand speaking in the strange language of the Elves. They greeted him back. "Mae g'ovannen, Burtrand Bellringer i mellon. Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo."
Everyone waved and the party continued on their journey. Duillond was not their destination and they traveled around the establishment and headed south. It took the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening to reach Celondim. When they reached the stable, they were greeted in song by Elves, Dwarves, Humans, and Hobbits.
* * * * *
* "Hail! Well met! Isferon, Dorongur, Penglir, and Fanhir." Waved Burtrand speaking in the strange language of the Elves. They greeted him back. "Well met! Burtrand Bellringer and friends. A star shines on the hour of our meeting."
They arrived at the hill before Rushock Bog early so they waited for Burtrand Bellringer. Tobin stood on top of the luggage so he would have a good view of the surrounding area. A few minutes before the appointed time, Tobin pointed, "I see a rider coming up the road!" As the rider drew closer they could see it was indeed Burtrand in this gold robe and pointy hat and deep purple cloak. He rode a magnificent golden pony with flaxen mane and tail.
"Good morning to you all! he said cheerfully. "Wonderful weather to start an adventure." The family greeted him excitedly and agreed with him about the weather. "Well, let us get started then! It should take us the entire day pulling a wagon filled with hobbits and their luggage."
They road down the hill leaving the stone walls and street lamps behind. When they reached the first wooden bridge, they found that it was too narrow for a wagon to cross, but the water was not deep nor too wide so they went through the water. The chirping of crickets was all around them and they saw bog-toads and bog-slugs everywhere. They were pestered by the biting gnats that buzzed around their heads mercilessly.
As they approached the second wooden bridge, Burtrand pointed to the southwest. "Look over the top of that hill. What do you see?" The family turned to look where he pointed. "I see something up there." said Belle. "It looks like the head and shoulders of a very large person." Burtrand chuckled, "Not a person to be sure. That is a Troll who was roaming around the bog and did not make it back to his cave before sunrise. He turned to stone when dawn came. That hill is known as Troll's Knoll."
They reached the second bridge and drove the wagon through the shallow water again and continued following the windy cobblestone path to a stone bridge. It was wider than the wooden bridges and they were able to carefully cross it because it was still a bit of a tight squeeze.
They traveled through Needlehole without drawing much attention to themselves. Needlehole was the last hobbit inhabited town before entering Ered Luin and passersby of different races was a common occurrence. They traveled over two more stone bridges until they arrived at Rushock Gate.
"Oh! Look at the waterfall!" exclaimed Mary Jane and Belle together. They stopped for a bite to eat overlooking the waterfall thundering into the Rushock and then pushed on through an arched hedge and up the hill into Ered Luin.
"Oh! The cherry trees are lovely." said Mother. "They are in bloom and so pink!" They travelled a while longer noticing the rolling hills, ponds, rivers, and more waterfalls. They crossed another stone bridge and came up to an arched bridge with winding stairs. The stairs were a bit of a problem with the wagon so everyone got out and father led the horses up step by step while everyone else made sure the wagon followed behind without getting stuck.
Up the hill, Duillond was to their left. The could see the tall white buildings and more winding stairs overhanging them from the hill it was built in to. Elves leaned over the railings and waved at them. Some had their instruments and were playing while others sang with beautiful voices, the words in a language unknown to the hobbits. The children laughed and waved back. Father and Mother smiled and nodded to the Elves as they passed.
* "Ai! Mae g'ovannen! Isferon, Dorongur, Penglir, and Fanhir." Waved Burtrand speaking in the strange language of the Elves. They greeted him back. "Mae g'ovannen, Burtrand Bellringer i mellon. Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo."
Everyone waved and the party continued on their journey. Duillond was not their destination and they traveled around the establishment and headed south. It took the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening to reach Celondim. When they reached the stable, they were greeted in song by Elves, Dwarves, Humans, and Hobbits.
* * * * *
* "Hail! Well met! Isferon, Dorongur, Penglir, and Fanhir." Waved Burtrand speaking in the strange language of the Elves. They greeted him back. "Well met! Burtrand Bellringer and friends. A star shines on the hour of our meeting."