What a night for the hobbits, what a day for me! Well, the night has ended up well for the hobbits because they took Strider's advice and did not go back to their rooms, which the Black Riders had raided during the night. At Crickhollow, as well, Fatty Bolger raised the alarm the moment he saw tha black figures that were creeping around the house. The Enemy is powerful but for the moment, our hobbits are safe. Strider is a good companion, alert day and night, watching over the hobbits while they sleep, as Frodo has the opportunity to see when he wakes up in the night. Sadly, they cannot start as early as he had planned because they have to get at least one pony to carry their equipment, and they cannot leave Bree as secretly has he intended to. Merry, on his part, sees the glass half full: they may not be able to leave early and secretly, but at least they have time to enjoy a good breakfast! Guided by Strider, they leave Bree and make for Weathertop Hill, enjoying walking through the paths the Ranger chooses, even if the reason for their journey is not a pleasing one. They have been walking the whole day with "no sing and ... no sound of any other living thing all that day: neither two-footed, except birds; nor four-footed except one fox and a few squirrels".
As for me, I had a very intense but great day, starting with a magnificent, inspiring lecture-performace by Filipino-Australian writer Melinda Bobbis (I have just found a photograph which I will add below with one of the quotes that I love most of the ones she included in her talk), followed by lunch with Merlinda, her husband and my good friends and colleagues and then followed by the European Researchers' Night at the Paseo del Salón. What a day! What a great day! And what a finale! Listening and dancing to the music of Befunkbob with Eugenia and Gülüm. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
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