Daily musings next to the fire by Boromir, son of Denethor Steward of Gondor on his way to Imladris, occurring in the time immediately preceding the events of the War of the Ring.

Week 2

Day 8

Has started raining. Feels like the Valar are pissing on me and laughing. Am riding horse once more- have attached rope around its neck so that it gets pulled over when I fall off- evil horse is finally behaved. Shitty weather but feel v. clever. Maybe will finally reach Imladris?

Day 9

Rain is stupid. Horse v. stupid. River is too flooded to cross, due to rain. Horse pushed me in- but still had my rope and dragged horse in with me. After 200m of whitewash and rocks, river bent and we landed on the shore. Still on wrong side of river.

Note to self- when weather is better, kill horse

Day 10

Spent day walking along bank of river. Still raining. Wish that umbrellas existed. Horse tried to push me in twice, so now walk on other side of horse.

Day 11

Tried to push horse into river. Fell in instead. Horse dragged in with me, tumbled in the floodwater and ended up on the other bank- success! Horse bit my arm in retribution and am now bruised and soaked to the skin. Still raining- can find no dry firewood anymore. V. cold. Think I will stagger on through the night rather than risk hypothermia.

Day 12

Still raining. Still v. cold. Still walking towards Imladris? Horse kicked me twice and bit me once, but no retaliation on my part. Too cold to be angry at demon horse. Remembering from childhood tales of a Haradhrim that slit open his camel to stay warm. Or was it to keep safe from a sandstorm? I don't remember. Find myself wondering whether horse is big enough to keep me warm. Must have a disturbing expression, for horse now walks with quite a gap between us. Oh, well- cutting him open wouldn't really help me anyway, unless I climbed in or something. Hey look, a cave!

Day 13

Well, at least the bear's gone now. I have no idea why it was in this cave, or indeed why there was a bear nearby to Imladris, as I (hopefully) am- if I'm still going in the wrong direction, some violence will be committed against the next person I encounter. I made the demon horse sleep at the mouth of the cave, so the heat should stay trapped in when I make a fire from the convenient dry wood in the back of this convenient cave. Ah, there we go… It's even stopped raining, so with this cozy fire I can actually get warm and dry for the first time in what seems like forever…

Oh, shit. The bear's back.

Day 14

After spending most of the day v. high up a v. large tree, I can't help but feel a little jaded. The rain has stopped, finally- leaving the freezing wind to dry my wet clothes but also the sap this wretched tree covered me with during my climb, so I am now stuck to the tree. The demon horse has bolted, though it should soon be back to dole out its regular dose of violence upon my person. The bear at the bottom of the tree will have to leave first, though.

Somewhere, somebody is laughing at me. It's not a nice kind of laughter.