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The Tenth Walker
by Lindelea
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0. Prologue
1. We take our leave of Bree
2. We leave the Road
3. We enter the pathless wilderness, no longer on solid ground
4. We share and share alike
5. We go from uncertain ground... to uncertain ground
6. We make our way towards Weathertop
7. We continue towards Weathertop
8. Six days out from Bree; we reach the feet of the western slopes and travel on
9. We explore a grassy hollow
10. We take a bite and consider
11. We are overcome on Weathertop
12. We elect to leave the dell
13. We cross the Road into a wild and pathless land
14. We climb a long rise and contemplate the Road once more
15. We cross the Last Bridge
16. We pick our way through a pathless country
17. A soaking rain begins
18. We are forced to turn away northwards out of our course
19. We eat a cold and comfortless breakfast
20. We follow a promising valley, but it proves false at the last
21. We begin an impossible climb
22. We reach the top of the ridge
23. We pass a cold and windswept night
24. Things are looking up; we are moving steadily down
25. Trolls!
26. We descend toward certain death
27. We encounter... trolls at close quarters
28. We find a temporary resting place
29. Well-rested, we return to our journey
30. We travel upon the Road once more
31. We meet hope unlooked for, aid unexpected
32. Not yet pursued, we run
33. The Road goes ever on
34. We reach the limits of endurance, still a day from the Ford
35. On to the Ford, at our best speed (or hobble)
36. At the Enemy's attack, we make our stand
37. The waters recede, and we cross over
38. We mourn our loss, but worse is yet to come
39. We pick ourselves up, for we dare not tarry
40. Surrounded, and then left behind
41. I follow after
42. We arrive... at my new home?
43. Restless, I find some sort of rest at last
44. Many meetings
45. I muse about leave-taking
46. More travellers arrive
47. At long last, I know contentment
48. I hear some news of the Master, but want more
49. A merry meeting
50. We think thoughts of home
51. I am bid a disquieting farewell
52. I lend a listening ear
53. I blot my copybook
54. I am off my feed
55. The days grow shorter
56. I meet an old man who is more than he seems
57. I take part in a curious conversation
58. Scouts return and we hear news of the outside world
59. I make my wishes known
60. We make preparations
61. I am offered one last chance
62. Comfort, and a blessing to go on
63. We stand before the door and think of things forgotten
64. We depart and begin a long climb
65. We leave the Valley behind
66. We reach the Ford, and pause for refreshment
67. We walk through a long, cold night
68. We pause, and Master expresses consternation
69. We find a resting place for our first night... er... day
70. We take supper and breakfast and go to our rest
71. We ponder the abilities of hobbits
72. We prepare to move on
73. We follow faithless paths in a windswept wilderness
74. We follow winding paths to sheer falls, and swamps
75. Disaster nearly strikes
76. We remember past celebrations
77. We have a celebration of our own
78. We stumble over rough paths through the darkness
79. Second day of the New Year, same as the first, a little more sleet, weather a little bit worse
80. Another day, another dollop of this and that
81. We find rest along the way
82. We make a long and stumbling night-march
83. We reach the top of a low ridge in the dawning
84. We contemplate mountains, valleys, and lost and present Elves
85. We move down into the valley of the forgotten Elves
86. We find a resting place amidst the holly
87. We make good use of our rest
88. We take warning from our surroundings
89. We set the watch
90. Some thoughts on the hazards of quiet meadows
91. Our plans change
92. We endure disappointment for the sake of necessity
93. We bid Hollin goodbye
94. Some thoughts on the care and keeping of hobbits
95. We tread an ancient road
96. We consider names and books and things
97. We make our own hiding places
98. We wind through the hills, climbing higher
99. We pause to consider
100. A decision is made, and I am at first happy, then sad and confused
101. We begin our climb, and pause for a rest
102. We climb a sharp slope, but that is not the worst of it
103. A snowfall begins
104. We play ‘I hide and you seek me’ with the wind and snow
105. The storm grows ever worse
106. We stop and find ‘shelter’
107. We have leave to kindle fire, but cannot
108. Our wood, the Wood Elf and thoughts of other woods
109. An eye-opener, and no mistake
110. We contemplate descent by various means
111. What goes up must come down, or so they say, though perhaps not in polite company
112. Swimming and Sailing and Flying, O my!
113. Some thoughts on modes of travel
114. That which is made up must go down in the end, after all
115. Conversing (or not) with Dwarves
116. We reach the bottom of the Mountain
117. No rest for the weary
118. We have a council
119. Wolves and Wargs!
120. Perhaps the waiting is the most difficult part...
121. An eye-opener, and no mistake!
122. We stumble about in a barren land
123. Tall Hat finds our chosen path
124. In haste, we climb a winding slope
125. We cross a stagnant stream
126. I receive words of guard and guiding
127. Tall Hat knocks upon the doors with words (but not with Youngest hobbit's head)
128. The doors open
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