The next morning arrived, and we were ready to leave - nearly.
"Where has that dratted dwarf gotten to?"
"We could leave him here," I suggested--I was joking, of course.
Just then, Stephanie looked behind her. "Here he comes," she said.
I sighed. "I guess there is no chance of leaving him here, then," I said, pretending to be sad.
We left Rivendell and began to make our way in what I thought was the general direction of Mordor. My feet hurt before we had finished the second day. There was, however, an advantage to having four hobbits with us - frequent breaks
for meals. We couldn't get as far as we wanted to, in part due to these,
but they were welcome rests.
But the peacefulness ended soon after. Stephanie and I stated to argue over who got to walk in front of the other. We fought for a while, until Boromir put me up by Aragorn and Gandalf and Stephanie in the back by Sam and his pony Bill. I would have liked to go by Sam. My friend would have loved to hear about him.
Soon, we were nearing the Gap of Rohan. Boromir had suggested several times that we take the road through to his city, but no one else seemed to agree. We were resting our feet when a dark cloud swept overhead.
"Crebain!" someone shouted. We all hid.
"What now?" asked Frodo, as everyone clambered out.