Once all the introductions were over, I drove over to Rivendell. The Elves were already there.
Right at the stroke of 12:30, I handed my tokens off to one of the Elves and bid them a fond farewell. I headed towards the crossroads, figuring there'd be a big old White Hand army there any moment.
I wasn't disappointed. I did make them climb up into the brambles to get me, though. I asked Bill later if four minutes was the fastest any hobbit had ever been captured, but alas, no. It seems that once upon a time, a hobbit with the Ring got bounced by Gollum something like thirty seconds into the game. So I can't lay claim to that record!
The White Hand took me down towards Bree, where we met up with some trolls and others, who pointed out Saruman's current location. Bob called me "Monkey Butt!"
After tramping across the fields, we found Chuck on the horse path. He asked me a question about the other hobbits and I cheerfully replied, "I have no idea!" Hee hee. This was fun!
I headed up the horse path in the direction of Rivendell, but didn't get very far before another group of White Hand caught me. I noticed with some chagrin that the Rivendell Elves had been bounced and my tokens taken.
Chuck was out in the middle of the field when we found him this time. He asked me, "do you know where the hobbit with the Ring is?" I answered "No!" and also gave him a piece of advice about question-asking. If I had known, technically, "yes" would have been a complete, true answer. I suggested that in the future, he simply ask, "where is the hobbit with the Ring?"
I decided to head back to the road this time. I was perspiring rather a lot and wanted to get back to my car at Rivendell to grab a kerchief to use as a sweat-mopper. But as I got to the creek, I saw that there was another group of White Hand on the other side. Knowing that Chuck was behind me, I figured it would be pointless to hop over the stream, because I'd just end up having to hop back over it again. So I waited for Rachel to come to me and make the tag.
I teased Chuck about whether he would remember my advice about questions. He was getting pretty sick of me by this time, so he just asked, "Do you have the Ring?" Of course, I didn't.
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