What discomfort I am currently in! I accidentally fell into a particularly pungent swampy area in the Midgewater Marshes and was soaked right through to my hobbit skin. But I am a hardened adventurer so will soldier on regardless.
I was awoken from a brief slumber by bright lights in the sky, by my estimations probably coming from Weathertop direction. It immediately had me wondering whether Gandalf had returned to Amon Sul with a little anniversary party trick. It is probably just my imagination though. I managed to find a nice high peak for a better view of these fireworks (I am quite short you know, even for a hobbit!) and this did cheer me up somewhat.
So all in all, a fairly quiet day. Not too much adventure to be had in this part of the wretched swamp. It was fairly tempting to whistle for my horse and head off for a pint at the Forsaken Inn, but it is completely off limits for me to go too far off the direction of Frodo’s journey. Thankfully however, I have the advantage of having Rubyrae at my side, and she lovingly surprised me by venturing off to the Inn and bringing me back a nice tasty flagon of wine. What a delightful daughter she is.
Anyway, that is quite enough from me for the day. At least I will soon be in a position to leave these dreadful marshes behind, and start to make the trek to higher lands and the Weather Hills.