I am beginning to regret not wearing a scarf – there is an icy cold blast of wind coming down from the mountains. If the view was more cheerful, I may be able to take my mind off of this. But its not. All is very bleak in this part of the world. To make matters worse, it feels like a very slow part of the journey, with very little progress being made. I am already missing Rubyrae, and the company of Rivendell. Oh to have eight colleagues and a pony to keep me company! Rubyrae would of course have come, but this place is far to dangerous for her, at the moment at least.
I have been desperately trying to remind myself of the various poems and songs that I wrote whilst under the influence of the Halls of Fire. But that now seems a really distant memory. Hmmm, I really should have written them down! Although I guess that they were all a bit of nonsense! Wait a minute, one of them went a bit like this:
Old fat hobbit,
Feeling out of place,
Out of place? Out of place?
Never out of place,
I’m a hobbit, I’m a hobbit,
A much distinguished race,
From afar, from afar,
Well I have travelled from afar,
With many tales to tell,
Thats as much as I can remember. Although I think I may have fallen asleep before finishing it anyway. Well thats enough from more today anyhow. I shall have a quick swim, before hiding myself in a bush for a good sleep.