You have walked 33 miles.
You have passed Black Rider Stopping Place.
It is 13 miles to the next landmark.
You have 425 miles to reach Rivendell.
The other two ran quickly to the left and down into a little hollow not far from the road. There they lay flat. Frodo hesitated for a second: curiosity or some other feeling was struggling with his desire to hide. The sound of hoofs drew nearer. Just in time he threw himself down in a patch of long grass behind a tree that overshadowed the road. Then he lifted his head and peered cautiously above one of the great roots.