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"These thorns!" Aragorn exclaimed, growling as he detached his trousers from yet another thorn bush. On the advice of Gandalf, the fellowship had left the beaten track, and were tramping through the undergrowth. It hadn't seemed like a bad idea at the time, the bushes looked green and fluffy from where they had been standing. At least they did until you got closer and saw the tangled mass of brambles and all the thorny branches underneath.
Legolas grinned. He was wearing thick leggings, and the thorns didn't catch on him quite so easily. Plus, being one of the elves, his eyesight was incredible, and he was able to spot small dangers and choose the easiest route. He smiled at Aragorn as he nimbly sidestepped a bramble.
Gimli was also struggling with the thorns, though he had found a rather effective way of dealing with his rage. "Back thorns! Back!" He roared, hacking at the plants with his axe.
Boromir silently trudged on, his pride not allowing him to complain about the scratches. Gandalf was fine, though all of them wondered how he hadn't got his big grey cloak caught yet. Magic was suspected.
The hobbits were chatting merrily, eating their third breakfast of the day. They saw a branch and Pippin held it back while the others passed. Unfortunately, the youngest hobbit didn't notice Aragorn. As the ranger reached the branch, Pippin let it go. With a leafy twang, the branch snapped back, hitting Aragorn's knees.
Aragorn swore and stumbled, bringing his hand down on something to steady himself. It's a pity that the branch he picked had so many thorns. He yelped as the thorns dug into his palm and then got his foot caught on a root. With a very colourful word indeed he tumbled backwards…straight into a bramble bush.
"Help…" Aragorn called pitifully, and Legolas felt sorry for him. The elf pulled his friend to his feet, and began to help him remove the many thorns now sticking into his skin.
"Ow…" Aragorn looked down at his red palms mournfully, and got almost no sympathy from the other members of the group. Pippin did apologise, but you could barely hear it over the laughter of everyone else.
Truly, the worst peril of this quest was not Sauron and his minions; it was the humble bramble.
Author's notes: Well, that's chapter two finished, and I really do apologise to anyone reading this, because it isn't very good. The diaries will be back next chapter, when I've managed to get my brother to help me write them. Please review anyway, and constructive criticism would be very useful.