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[saphyria]

After a week of walking about three miles every other day, I've gone nine more miles down the road towards Rivendell. After hearing the bone-chilling cry of the Black Riders, the hobbits have left the woods behind them. The land is steadily becoming more tame, and the sun is shining over the Shire.

55 of 458 miles to Rivendell