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 4
Day 22
There were only three of them, but having just realised how much my life sucks right now, it was less satisfying than slaying my mortal enemies usually is. Later, cleaning the blood off my sword, it occurred to me that I should probably ransack their bodies to attain supplies, and successfully obtained another pair of daggers, to be used for preparing animal traps or hunting- fortunately, I also stole a tinderbox, for raw meat as a diet for the next six weeks did not really appeal to me.
Day 23
Today was fairly uneventful- I spent most of it hoping to encounter some kind of fruitful tree, but discovered none. My waterskin I had filled at the river but food would soon be a more urgent demand- and yet I did not wish to waste the time setting traps to catch meat. Pressing on, the marshy ground became ferny forest and still no food. Without a horse to rest or a bedroll to sleep on, I may as well pick somewhere random to sleep or even just walk through the night. After a tiring day of walking without nourishment, though, I'm just about ready for bed- or what passes for that in these parts. Maybe I'll pick a nice patch of grass…
Day 24
Ran across more orcs and killed them- had to sleep in a tree to be safe.
My back hurts.
Why are there so many bloody orcs in this area? Shouldn't the rangers be taking care of this?
Am considering travelling through the trees to avoid the bastards.
Day 25
Awoke this morning covered in sap and leaves. Am considering intentionally covering myself in the stuff to create camouflage so I can sleep on the ground and actually sleep.
More orcs… at least I ate today. They had some bread and had hunted a water-fowl, which I quickly cooked.
Day 26
Ahhh… finally slept properly last night, on account of not sleeping halfway up a tree. Killed some more orcs, stole their shirts. Used their sewing kit (why did they have one of those? It had pink ribbons and frilly material- have finally encountered something I don't want to know about even more than Faramir's foot fungus problems) and sewed the material together to create a giant poncho, which I have sewed lots of leaves on. With the leaf-hat I created, it is a perfect disguise! Bahahahahahahahahaha!
Day 27
It has occurred to me that disguising myself as a tree and then walking along the road is possibly one of my less clever ideas- therefore, I travel through the brush beside the road. Have affixed a net-like arrangement of fine twigs from my hat, to conceal my face- a band of orcs walked past and didn't even notice me! I slaughtered them, of course, but it's the principle that counts. I have decided to name my outfit the 'camo tent.'
Maybe I could convince the Rangers to dress like this! They could travel in camouflage as a hidden resistance against the invasion of Mordor- we would be assured victory!
We could dig tunnels and use them to travel without the notice of the orcs, popping up only to shoot and disappear- it's genius! I would call it the 'National Front for the Liberation of South Gondor', but we could always shorten that to 'Goncong'…
Now that I've stopped for the night, I realise that Faramir and I may have dreamed for this very reason- to develop this very technology. Mind you, I didn't expect to have to endure this crap…
Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a mission, and for my sins, they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service. It was a real choice mission, and when it was over, I never wanted another- so next time, Faramir gets it.