A/N - Hello again, my dear readers (and all others, who will hate my story after this chapter)!

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Entry: third

Author: Peregrin Took from Shire

I would like to warn everyone at once: I am an awful chronicler, or however you call it. I can't write as well as, for example, Frodo, or Legolas. Sure, it is even improper to doubt of Legolas. He is an elf, it runs in his blood. Yet, I'll try to write as beautifully as it is possible for me, and not as it usually turns out when I take the pen in my hand.

I can't quite understand why Legolas has given the book to me. I thought he'd been going to hand it over to Sam. It seems to me that he was tortured with his bad conscience (if elves have conscience at all. Oh, my, what on earth have I written, I didn't mean it!) and he decided not to inform on our Ring-bearer. So our old fellow can still have his undisturbed sleep, and undisturbed strolls to wherever he would like. If someone can still have undisturbed sleep or undisturbed strolls when all sorts of scum wander around. I mean, we have not seen anything yet, but I can plainly feel that the Enemy is around. Wait, is it all right that I mention the Enemy here? Maybe it is not allowed to write about the Enemy here and I, what a fool, have written the word Enemy for couple of times!

Or perhaps he was not tortured by the bad conscience at all (concerning Legolas again) Perhaps he decided to let me read it to spite me. He knew that I would read previous entries and he wanted me to read what he thinks of me. I am not complaining! And he obviously implied me by these "some of our party" (entry second), but he should not trouble about it, maybe I'm sniffing a little, but this is just a slight cold. Nothing worth his precious attention.

I should write something about this day… nothing had changed again. It's just a pity that we can't make a fire, because we eat cold food, and, to tell the truth, this upsets me most of all. We all developed paunches staying with Elrond, but I don't like the idea of becoming a walking rake again! And we march ahead at night, besides. I can't see in the dark, maybe Aragorn or Legolas can… I should ask them, by the way. Anyway, I tumbled down painfully today and hurt my knee. It aches a bit even now, and if I touch it, it starts nagging nastily, and when I stand up it creaks. Horrible. I'll invite all neighbour orcs with this creak! Maybe Aragorn will carry me?

Entry: fourth

Author: Aragorn, son of Arathorn

Don't even count on it, Peregrin Took! I'll better shoulder Gimli! Your knee is alright, you're just nervous and you have not slept yourself out, that's why you seem to feel no one knows what.

Two words will be enough to describe this day: as usual. The wind is icy, and it blows steadily. We somewhat approached to the Mountains, but it's a long way to take still. In any case, it's a very long way for hobbits. It is impossible to find the right path in this empty country, so we're simply trying to go southward.

TBC

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