Year 2941 – The Hobbit
- It’s time to depart Lake-town for Bilbo and the Dwarves
- Thorin and Company departs from Lake-town
- Third day in boats for Thorin and Company. Camp on west shore. Met there by ponies and supplies
- Thorin and Company leave the river and ride to the Lonely Mountain
- Bilbo, Fili, Kili and Balin scout up to River Running and go part way toward the Front Gate
Before setting out to search the western spurs of the Mountain for the hidden door, on which all their hopes rested, Thorin sent out a scouting expedition to spy out the land to the South where the Front Gate stood. For this purpose he chose Balin and Fili and Kili, and with them went Bilbo. They marched under the grey and silent cliffs to the feet of Ravenhill. There the river, after winding a wide loop over the valley of Dale, turned from the Mountain on its road to the Lake, flowing swift and noisily. Its bank was bare and rocky, tall and steep above the stream; and gazing out from it over the narrow water, foaming and splashing among many boulders, they could see in the wide valley shadowed by the Mountain’s arms the grey ruins of ancient houses, towers, and walls.
[The Hobbit, Chapter 11: On the Doorstep]
Year 3018 – The Lord of the Rings
- Glorfindel leaves Rivendell
- Glorfindel drives the Riders off the Bridge of Mitheithel
‘It was my lot to take the Road, and I came to the Bridge of Mitheithel, and left a token there, nigh on seven days ago. Three of the servants of Sauron were upon the Bridge, but they withdrew and I pursued them westward. I came also upon two others, but they turned away southward. Since then I have searched for your trail. Two days ago I found it, and followed it over the Bridge; and today I marked where you descended from the hills again. But come! There is no time for further news. Since you are here we must risk the peril of the Road and go. There are five behind us, and when they find your trail upon the Road they will ride after us like the wind. And they are not all. Where the other four may be, I do not know. I fear that we may find the Ford is already held against us.’
While Glorfindel was speaking the shades of evening deepened. Frodo felt a great weariness come over him. Ever since the sun began to sink the mist before his eyes had darkened, and he felt that a shadow was coming between him and the faces of his friends. Now pain assailed him, and he felt cold. He swayed, clutching at Sam’s arm.
[The Fellowship of the Ring, Book I, Chapter 12: Flight to the Ford]
- Frodo crosses the bridge