Warg's Den, 20 Rethe 1312 Shire Reckoning [12 March 2912 Third Age]
I've only a brief moment, and very little space left in my journal to write, but it is quite important. Narmibur has agreed; he will accompany me across the mountains. Googamug had a smug look about her; I suspect she pushed him along in the proper direction, so I secretly thanked her. It would be a much harder road alone, I've found. The weather has broken a bit, and we are fairly confident that we may move on. Oh dear Diary, you have given so much! I am saddened that this is my last entry, and I fear that the journey will be too hard on you.
I have decided to leave my tale here in this cave, secured well against damage. Perhaps in time, someone may stumble upon it. I humbly ask: please, dear traveller, return my story to my family in the Shire. Though I am sure Corbus hasn't noticed my absence, I'm certain the rest of the family would like to know that I am safe. Yes indeed: safe with a Goblin and three Wargs. I do hope someone will inform Gandalf as well; he would be greatly surprised!
Oh dear, Narmibur grows impatient. He prefers traveling at night, and the moon is full. It shall be my first time riding upon the back of a Warg: I do hope I shan't fall off and embarrass myself! But my friends insisted, so I shall share with Narmibur and we shall fly beneath the moon's light, as Narmibur put it. He is quite poetic when he wishes to be.
Farewell, good Diary, and farewell, warm cave. You both have helped me more than you know.