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The Tenth Walker  by Lindelea 4 Review(s)
DreamflowerReviewed Chapter: 66 on 10/9/2014
Oh Bill! Poor thing, the Ford holds dreadful memories for him (and Sam, Merry and Pippin; I think Frodo may have been too out of it to really remember). But it was the perfect time for a little treat.

The journey's only going to get harder as they go on.

Author Reply: Poor Bill, it's a good thing he can't look forward into the future... At least we have the Professor's own word that he comes safely back to Bree, though it's likely through many adventures.


LarnerReviewed Chapter: 66 on 10/7/2014
Most appropriate that the Master's own words should be echoed here in Bill's thoughts. Love the pause and the appreciation for Gandalf and Aragorn's presence as well as the reassurance he feels from the care shown him. And of course it would be Frodo himself that would be prepared for the need for the Hobbits to have something to snack upon as they walk. Wonderful pause for refreshment, and blessings upon your new home!

Author Reply: Gandalf and Aragorn understand and appreciate hobbits! I'm sure the other travellers will, as well, in time.

Thank you for the blessings! For some reason the furnace has stopped working (we are still trying to figure out if there might be a reset button somewhere, before calling for a pro), so I appreciate even more the chilly journey the Walkers endured in that first fortnight.

KathyGReviewed Chapter: 66 on 10/6/2014
Aww, that river brings back horrifying memories for poor Bill! Good thing that his hobbits are there to reassure him.

Author Reply: Yes, I think he'd rather be with his hobbits than anywhere else in the world, even Rivendell.

shireboundReviewed Chapter: 66 on 10/6/2014
the soft footfalls of the Men and Dwarf, and the latter’s near-voiceless muttering as he stalks along.

I love little details like that. Poor Bill, I never thought about his witnessing the sight and sound of the drowning horses.

Author Reply: Equine memory is an odd thing. They seem to live in the moment, just going along, and then something triggers a strong memory and you have your hands full.

One of the horses I used to ride on a regular basis was suspicious of puddles. Would walk around them if he could get away with it, seeming very casual and unintentional about the whole business. The one time I forced him through a puddle (and there was no room to step around), he took it on himself to jump over the thing, with a great deal more clearance than you would think necessary, as if he expected the puddle to reach up and grab him as he went over.

My own horse was deeply skeptical of puddles, but could be persuaded to walk through them, though she never enjoyed the experience and always made her disdain clear, lifting her hoofs higher than her usual as if trying to keep them out of the water. I think she would have levitated, to keep her feet dry, if such a thing were possible.


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