Entry One
Dear diary,
Today I set out with the Company on the Quest. I've gotten to know Legolas and Gimli better. Legolas is an elven prince of the forests of Mirkwood; and Gimli is a Dwarf, son of Gloín who was with Bilbo on his journey with Gandalf and twelve more dwarves quite some time ago. Another person in the Company I knew not well was Boromir of Minas Tirith. Minas Tirith is a city in Gondor in the south. From what I know, it may soon fall into enemy hands. Now I know even more about Aragorn. It also seems he has developed quite closeness with Lord Elrond's daughter, Arwen.
Tonight we are resting in a great pasture not more then thirty-five miles from Rivendell. For supper we've eaten some of the lembas bread the elven cooks in the House of Elrond gave us. I don't know much about it, but it tastes pretty good. I hope we'll get some more sometime. Also, we were also nearly attacked by some type of bat-like creature sent from the direction of Isengard. Gandalf says it was sent by Saruman and had they found us, he would have known of our location and sent some Orcs after us.
Elrond allowed us to take some pillows from his House, and some blankets as well. Sam and I are going to share a blanket, for it is small enough for us. Merry, Pippin and Boromir are sharing a large blanket. Legolas and Gimli share a gray blanket. Gandalf and Aragorn each have their own.
It is now, while Sam is sleeping that I am writing in the diary Bilbo gave me. After the attack today, Gandalf doesn't want us taking any chances. So we're keeping our weapons close by so in case of any attack, be it Isengardian bats or Orcs, we have to be ready.
Before I turn over and catch a few winks, as we'd say back in the Shire, I want to record the following things, so I can refer to them in case of emergency and have we lose direction: Tomorrow we set out for the Mountains of Ephel Dúath. From there we can head for Moria. Moria, although who knows what dark terrors roam there, would be a sort of passageway into Mordor. Once we get into Mordor, Gandalf says we must be on our guard always. Even a Company of nine which contains a wizard, two strong men warriors, an Elf warrior, a Dwarf, and four hobbits isn't powerful enough to take on every Orc in Mordor. But the politics do not stop there. Boromir is concerned Minas Tirith shall fall. And we'd need a distraction to keep the Eye away. Like some sort of major battle at the Gates. I do not know all the details, but I shall know more soon.
Yours Truly,
Frodo Baggins