Sam looks about to cry. He has to let Bill the pony go. I'm going to miss the little guy. He's so cute!
We've been walking for a day or so. Everyone's grumpy, and we all look like shit. Except for Legolas. Did I mention I hate Elves?
I peered at myself in the water. Yep, very shitty. My hair is tangled around my face. I got dirt smudged all over my cheeks. And to top it off, I've got a pimple in the middle of my forehead.
Wait… a pimple?
"Oh, my God," I muttered to myself. "I've got a pimple. Wait… I've got a pimple! I've got a pimple!" My voice had risen, and I was starting to laugh.
Merry wandered over to me. "I've got a pimple," I told him gleefully.
"I don't see how that's such a good thing," he said with a shrug.
I stopped laughing. "I've got a pimple. Goddamnit."
Merry shook his head, and wandered off to find Pippin and Sam.
"Well, at least I'm not a complete Mary-Sue," I said to myself.
"What?" It was Boromir. "Didn't catch that. Uh, you do know that you have a pimple on your forehead?"
"Yeah," I grunted, and tried to pull my hair over it.
"I do not think that this is a good idea," he said, turning to look at Gandalf and Frodo.
"Hmm…" I said. I was still distracted with my hair. "Wait until you see what it's like on the inside."
"Inside?" he asked.
Oh, shit. What have I done? "Uh, yeah. Gimli said it's supposed to be nice." Smooth, brain, smooth…
Boromir only looked at me. "Are you cold?" he asked after a few seconds.
"What the HELL?" I said. "Why does everyone keep asking me if I'm cold?"
He shrugged.
"I know," I said bitterly. "It's because I'm a woman, isn't it? All you men want to protect me! Well, I don't need protecting, buddy! I can take care of myself!" I got up and stormed away. Boromir only sat there, staring after me. He tends to do that a lot, doesn't he?
All right, so maybe I overreacted a bit. Okay! Okay! I DID overreact. But I have a good reason for it. I look like shit, I do NOT want to be here, and I have a freaking pimple on my forehead!