Mount Doom!

Nov 12, 2007 11:19

Overcome with relief, Mariole and Maggie leap to their feet with shouts of joy.





...just before the mountain explodes.



Their joy turns to grief.



"Alas, poor Frodo," Mariole sobbed. "He has been parboiled in the steamy smokes of the Sammath Naur, and it's all my fault!."

"RUN AWAY!!!"



"Frodo!" Mariole gasped, as the two hobbits pelted into their midst. "How did you escape?"

"While you were busy giving your Oscar-worthy speech," Merry said irritably, "I climbed down the cliff where you had so inconveniently dropped him and gave him a hand up to safety."



"That was well done!" Mariole cried. She hugged Frodo fiercely. "Are you all right, my little snuggly boo?"

"Fine," said Frodo, pulling away. "I think I've had all the rejuvenating therapy I can take. How about if we blow this popsicle stand and get back to civilized parts?"



"Not a bad idea," said Merry. "Particularly as this sucker is still steaming."



With hearts lightened at surviving their latest mishap, the party quickly retraced their steps.



Soon the mountain fell away behind them.



The lands grew greener as they travelled through fair Ithilien.



"Look!" Merry cried. "I can see the Anduin River!"



"How will we get across?" Peachy wondered. "Shall we flag down a boat?"



"No need," said Merry. "For King Elessar has repaired the Bridge at Osgiliath. We have but to cross."



Soon the fair fields of Pelennor rose ahead of us. Our hearts were high as we approached Minas Tirith, jewel in the crown of Gondor.



Eagerly we hurried toward the City of Stone, keen to experience its healing embrace...

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