Ah, Edoras!
We carried on to Edoras, which the Kiwis call Mt. Sunday. It is a little off the beaten track, so bring Shadowfax if you can find him. Even without him, it is an amazing place.
We had no sooner set foot in the valley when we felt ourselves begin to billow with Éowyn-like princessness.
Closer we drew to the magnificent mount, looming against a spectacular backdrop of craggy peaks.
We wandered nearer through the long grass. The noble steeds of Rohan marked us as we came, watching us with intelligent eyes, and snickering if we didn't watch our step.
Ah, Edoras!
Overcome by the beauty of the place, and inspired by the spirit of Éowyn, we began to feel... really... billowy.
"We must do a proper billow," cried Maggie, holding aloft the scarf of Rohan like a flag. Peachy, inspired by the brisk wind, donned the billowy-est thing we could find in our baggage.
Statuesque and magnificent, they posed.
And then slowly...
...released...
...the flag.
Tears welled up in our eyes. Truly, this was a magic moment.
Mariole could stand it no more. "I must billow as well!" she cried. "Just like Éowyn did as she looked down upon Aragorn from the doors of the Golden Hall!"
Mariole did her best.
Unwilling to be left out of this billowing majesty, Mel makes up for her shorter hairstyle with a brilliant improvisation.
We were all moved to tears.
When we could stand again, we knew it was time to bid farewell to the golden Valley of Meduseld.
In solemn parade, we sadly assembled outside the city of the king...
...and began the slow trek back to the River Anduin, and the future that awaited us on the shores of Amon Hen.
Click here for a complete list of our NZ adventures.
We had no sooner set foot in the valley when we felt ourselves begin to billow with Éowyn-like princessness.
Closer we drew to the magnificent mount, looming against a spectacular backdrop of craggy peaks.
We wandered nearer through the long grass. The noble steeds of Rohan marked us as we came, watching us with intelligent eyes, and snickering if we didn't watch our step.
Ah, Edoras!
Overcome by the beauty of the place, and inspired by the spirit of Éowyn, we began to feel... really... billowy.
"We must do a proper billow," cried Maggie, holding aloft the scarf of Rohan like a flag. Peachy, inspired by the brisk wind, donned the billowy-est thing we could find in our baggage.
Statuesque and magnificent, they posed.
And then slowly...
...released...
...the flag.
Tears welled up in our eyes. Truly, this was a magic moment.
Mariole could stand it no more. "I must billow as well!" she cried. "Just like Éowyn did as she looked down upon Aragorn from the doors of the Golden Hall!"
Mariole did her best.
Unwilling to be left out of this billowing majesty, Mel makes up for her shorter hairstyle with a brilliant improvisation.
We were all moved to tears.
When we could stand again, we knew it was time to bid farewell to the golden Valley of Meduseld.
In solemn parade, we sadly assembled outside the city of the king...
...and began the slow trek back to the River Anduin, and the future that awaited us on the shores of Amon Hen.
Click here for a complete list of our NZ adventures.