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When I reached the top of the hill, I found more orc bodies, but not many. There was also a stone structure, with a stone chair upon it. Curious, I clambered up, and sat down.
Suddenly, it was as if I could see everything, apart from my body. Looking east, I saw the mountains, and then I could see two small figures, huddled over, climbing through the rocks. I immediately knew that they were hobbits, but they were being followed by a small, ungainly looking creature.
I looked west, and saw Rohan before me. I could see three figures, and knew they were a man, elf, and dwarf, that were at the edge of a great, old forest. This troubled me. They appeared to be searching for something, but what? And where were the others? Two hobbits, and elf, man, and a dwarf. Where was the other two hobbits, the wizard, the other man?
And then I looked a small bit to the south, and saw a city, and I knew where I needed to go.
I climbed down and checked my map. The city is Edoras, and now I curse myself for not going there initially. I have packed everything, save the net and my bow. I do not feel comfortable leaving the boat here, so I will send it over the falls, though I regret ruining such a lovely work of craftsmanship.
I also wish that I had Tela still, but it is too late now. I suppose I shall just have to make haste on foot. I will be writing even less, I suppose, as I no longer can afford to stop and write. That lembas shall surely come in handy.
Tuesday
which way do I go?
I have reached where the Anduin runs through Emyn Muil, I can hear Rauros thundering in the distance. I rest on the western shore, torn, unsure of where to go.
Looking out across the waters towards Emyn Muil, I feel a strong tug. But even as I walk westward, towards trees that provide shelter (as it has begun to rain), I feel that I should go this way.
The only way to explain this is that for some unknown reason, the Fellowship has separated. But for what reason?
I think I know, now. I have just stumbled upon the bodiesof orcs. They lie all around, some with arrows, some with gashes and stabs.
I remember the sun rising red this morning, an omen that blood has been spilt, but these bodies smell so horribly, they must be days old. Whatever blood was spilt during the night, it has nothing to do with these orcs.
I count at least 30, so that is good. If nine travellers could kill over 30 orcs, ones as unusually large as these, then it is likely that they are all safe. But split apart? To go seperate ways? Who knows. That man, Boromir, he is from Gondor. Perhaps he left the Fellowship to return home, and perhaps someone accompanied him, while the rest of the company continued east. It is a mystery, most likely one that will remain unanswered.
I now put down my pen, the ground begins to slope upwards, and I wish to investigate what may be up there, and perhaps get a view of the surrounding land.
Looking out across the waters towards Emyn Muil, I feel a strong tug. But even as I walk westward, towards trees that provide shelter (as it has begun to rain), I feel that I should go this way.
The only way to explain this is that for some unknown reason, the Fellowship has separated. But for what reason?
I think I know, now. I have just stumbled upon the bodiesof orcs. They lie all around, some with arrows, some with gashes and stabs.
I remember the sun rising red this morning, an omen that blood has been spilt, but these bodies smell so horribly, they must be days old. Whatever blood was spilt during the night, it has nothing to do with these orcs.
I count at least 30, so that is good. If nine travellers could kill over 30 orcs, ones as unusually large as these, then it is likely that they are all safe. But split apart? To go seperate ways? Who knows. That man, Boromir, he is from Gondor. Perhaps he left the Fellowship to return home, and perhaps someone accompanied him, while the rest of the company continued east. It is a mystery, most likely one that will remain unanswered.
I now put down my pen, the ground begins to slope upwards, and I wish to investigate what may be up there, and perhaps get a view of the surrounding land.
Monday
Monotonous
I have not bothered to write for one simple reason: nothing has changed.
I paddle my elven boat down the river. At night, I tie my boat up on shore and sleep. I made a net from my old, worn-out pack, and once the sun reaches its highest point in the sky, I put it in the water, behind my boat, in the hopes that I will catch a fish before nightfall. I still have plenty of the lembas, but I prefer to save it for a time when there are no animals around to hunt, or when I cannot waste time to hunt and prepare food.
What else is there to say? The landscape varies greatly. From empty flat lands to sheer cliffs and deep forests. Up ahead are two great masses of stone, one on either side of the river. It is hard to tell from this distance, but they look like giants, or giant stone statues, at least.
I am writing now because I must rest my arms, sore from almost non-stop rowing. But the soreness is beginning to fade, and I think I will continue. It is almost dark, and there are not many places to pull ashore. I must find something to fasten my boat to, before I end up rowing and drifting through the night.
I paddle my elven boat down the river. At night, I tie my boat up on shore and sleep. I made a net from my old, worn-out pack, and once the sun reaches its highest point in the sky, I put it in the water, behind my boat, in the hopes that I will catch a fish before nightfall. I still have plenty of the lembas, but I prefer to save it for a time when there are no animals around to hunt, or when I cannot waste time to hunt and prepare food.
What else is there to say? The landscape varies greatly. From empty flat lands to sheer cliffs and deep forests. Up ahead are two great masses of stone, one on either side of the river. It is hard to tell from this distance, but they look like giants, or giant stone statues, at least.
I am writing now because I must rest my arms, sore from almost non-stop rowing. But the soreness is beginning to fade, and I think I will continue. It is almost dark, and there are not many places to pull ashore. I must find something to fasten my boat to, before I end up rowing and drifting through the night.
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