By my estimations, this is my last day wandering through the lone lands. The last bridge beckons tomorrow. Today Kinthorin and myself occupied ourselves on the journey by slaughtering tuskers for their meat and stomachs. What a great pastime!
The biggest laugh of the day was when Kinthorin fell off the cliff and there was an agonisiongly painful sounding crunch. He did let out a hearty dwarven chuckle though, so I didn’t mind joining in with some laughing and pointing.
My shoulder has gone a bit greenish, which is mildly perturbing. The sooner I get to Rivendell the better, so that Elrond can cast his healing hands upon me. We are still some days off however. It is not so much a flight to the ford as a gentle stroll. It will be nice to see some new surroundings.
We made our camp in some very comfortable bird nests. The crebain did not approve, but were very little threat to our mighty strength!