The Walk to Rivendell : Sarn Gebir

Feb. 23 – Day /Nt. 8: 12 miles (3.5 – 4 hours)
335/536 0 Late in day Legolas sees eagle. Wait to full dark to leave (8:30 p.m.). Go slowly.
Reached: 2019-Sep-10
347/555.2 12 Midnight. Sam hears racing water. North edge of the rapids of Sarn Gebir. ORC ATTACK. Reach western shore. Legolas shoots a Nazgul’s flying beast. Move upstream to a small shallow bay. Huddle in boats rest of the night.
Reached: 2019-Sep-17

The Fellowship continues down the River Anduin, spotting Sarn Gebir (555.2km)

❝ ‘Come!’ said Aragorn. ‘We will venture one more journey by night. We are coming to reaches of the River that I do not know well; for I have never journeyed by water in these parts before, not between here and the rapids of Sarn Gebir. But if I am right in my reckoning, those are still many miles ahead. Still there are dangerous places even before we come there: rocks and stony eyots in the stream. We must keep a sharp watch and not try to paddle swiftly.’ ❞
— J. R. R. Tolkien – The Fellowship of the Ring
Book II, Chapter 9, The Great River

❝ The boats were all huddled together.
‘Hoy there, Aragorn!’ shouted Boromir, as his boat bumped into the leader. ‘This is madness! We cannot dare the Rapids by night! But no boat can live in Sarn Gebir, be it night or day.’
‘Back, back!’ cried Aragorn. ‘Turn! Turn if you can!’ He drove his paddle into the water, trying to hold the boat and bring it round.
‘I am out of my reckoning,’ he said to Frodo. ‘I did not know that we had come so far: Anduin flows faster than I thought. Sarn Gebir must be close at hand already.’ ❞
— J. R. R. Tolkien – The Fellowship of the Ring
Book II, Chapter 9, The Great River

❝ ‘Elbereth Gilthoniel!’ sighed Legolas as he looked up. Even as he did so, a dark shape, like a cloud and yet not a cloud, for it moved far more swiftly, came out of the blackness in the South, and sped towards the Company, blotting out all light as it approached. Soon it appeared as a great winged creature, blacker than the pits in the night. Fierce voices rose up to greet it from across the water. Frodo felt a sudden chill running through him and clutching at his heart; there was a deadly cold, like the memory of an old wound, in his shoulder. He crouched down, as if to hide.
Suddenly the great bow of Lórien sang. Shrill went the arrow from the elven-string. Frodo looked up. Almost above him the winged shape swerved. There was a harsh croaking scream, as it fell out of the air, vanishing down into the gloom of the eastern shore. The sky was clean again. There was a tumult of many voices far away, cursing and wailing in the darkness, and then silence. Neither shaft nor cry came again from the east that night. ❞
— J. R. R. Tolkien – The Fellowship of the Ring
Book II, Chapter 9, The Great River

Onto The Argonath (588.8 km)

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