Deceived at the Prancing Pony, the Nazgûl are still pursuing the company.
Unsure if they can trust the mysterious Strider, but lacking any other options, the Hobbits follow him through this boggy land, making haste to reach Rivendell.
This is a collection of my writing and correspondence with a few bits of poetry and random thoughts mixed in. I started this blog after learning that some of my letters had an uplifting quality. In the pages of this blog you will find my real life trials and tribulations, the nature of what I think is truth, and the dust and grit of my real life.
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