Armoured elven forces of king Thranduil who have drunk too much wine? Some eerie hooded creatures in bedrooms. Besides, a gathering around someone (dead?) lying on the floor of the living room upstairs. A boar smoking a pipe sitting in a wooden armchair in the dining room…
My journey began on Thursday 16th April at 3.50 p.m., in the year 71 of the Fourth Age of the Middle-earth, equivalent to the year 15 of the third millenium of Our Age. The thing required getting to Katowice first (by express train), which could have played the role of Rivendell if our route had not been from far in the east to the furthest west – i.e. to the Grey Havens.