Travellers flee from Weathertop
Event Type: Military/Strategic
Age: 3rd Age - Ring War
Date: October 7, 3018
An event in the aftermath of the Attack on the Camp at Weathertop; see that entry for an overview.
'After Weathertop our journey will become more difficult, and we shall have to choose between various dangers.'
The Fellowship of the Ring, LoTR Book 1, Ch 10, Strider
'The Road is watched, but we should have to cross it, if we tried to take cover in the thickets away to the south. On the north side of the Road beyond the hills the country is bare and flat for miles.'
The Fellowship of the Ring, LoTR Book 1, Ch 11, A Knife in the Dark
[The] life did not return to [Frodo's] arm, and he could not raise or use his hand. He bitterly regretted his foolishness, and reproached himself for weakness of will; for he now perceived that in putting on the Ring he obeyed not his own desire but the commanding wish of his enemies. He wondered... how they would now manage to continue their journey. He felt too weak to stand.
The others... quickly decided to leave Weathertop as soon as possible. 'I think now,' said Strider, 'that the enemy has been watching this place for some days. If Gandalf ever came here, then he must have been forced to ride away, and he will not return. In any case we are in great peril here after dark, since the attack of last night, and we can hardly meet greater danger wherever we go.'
As soon as the daylight was full, they had some hurried food and packed. It was impossible for Frodo to walk, so they divided the greater part of their baggage among the four of them, and put Frodo on the pony....
They started off in a southerly direction. This would mean crossing the Road, but it was the quickest way to more wooded country. And they needed fuel; for Strider said that Frodo must be kept warm, especially at night, while fire would be some protection for them all. It was also his plan to shorten their journey by cutting across another great loop of the Road: east beyond Weathertop it changed its course and took a wide bend northwards.
They made their way slowly and cautiously round the south-western slopes of the hill, and came in a little while to the edge of the Road. There was no sign of the Riders. But even as they were hurrying across they heard far away two cries: a cold voice calling and a cold voice answering. Trembling they sprang forward, and made for the thickets that lay ahead. The land before them sloped away southwards, but it was wild and pathless; bushes and stunted trees... with wide barren spaces in between. The grass was scanty, coarse, and grey; and the leaves in the thickets were faded.... It was a cheerless land.... They spoke little as they trudged along. Frodo's heart was grieved as he watched them walking beside him with their heads down, and their backs bowed under their burdens. Even Strider seemed tired and heavy-hearted.
The Fellowship of the Ring, LoTR Book 1, Ch 12, Flight to the Ford
Elena Tiriel 10Jul06