At least we got out of that stupid swamp by the end of the day.
We finally stopped for the night a while after sunset. Strider caught us a deer for dinner.
While Merry, Sam, and I fell asleep, Strider kept watch and tended the fire. Frodo seemed to doze off, but I don't think he really fell asleep.
As I fell asleep later that night, I faintly heard Strider singing, "Tinuviel elvanui, elleth alfirin ethelhael, o hon ring finnil fuinui, a renc gelebren thiliol."
I'm not sure what he was singing about. It sounded cool, though. Depressing, but cool.
I heard Frodo get up and ask, "Who is she, this woman you sing of?"
"'Tis the Lay of Luthien, the Elf-maiden who gave her love to Beren, a mortal."
"What happened to her?"
"She died."
There was a slight pause.
"Get some sleep, Frodo."
That night, I can't remember the dreams I had, but I vaguely remember them being sad.
