DolorousStroke
Active Member
...after many, many months. Rode from Bree to Rivendell. (I had forgotten how to use milestones.)
Goodness gracious, what beautiful scenery. Passing by a hundred ruins and byways, each that could lead to the sun or to the moon, riding east by night, the archer stars glowing, the sun coming up as I passed the last bridge. My, oh my.
Goodness gracious, what beautiful scenery. Passing by a hundred ruins and byways, each that could lead to the sun or to the moon, riding east by night, the archer stars glowing, the sun coming up as I passed the last bridge. My, oh my.