225 – Strangers in a Strange Land
The Prancing Pony Podcast
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How to Get Out of the Highlands, Right?
The hobbet stands now on the brink of a tall cliff, bare and bleak, its feet wrapped in mist. Behind them rose the broken highlands, crowned with drifting cloud a chill wind blew from the east. Night was gathering over the shapeless lands before them. The sickly green of them was fading to a sullen brown. Far away, to the right, the anduin that had gleamed fitfully in sunbreaks during the day was now hidden in shadow. But they did not look beyond the river, back to gondor to their friends, to the lands of men.
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