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 8

Day 50

I think I'm getting closer to Imladris, finally, for I have seen signs of regular patrols- non-orkish ones, thankfully. With all the river crossings lately, I've decided to start crossing them in my clothes only- I now hold my camo tent above my head with my weapons.

Unfortunately, with signs of increased Man/Elf patrols come less Orcs from which I can steal food- which is a shame, for now I have nobody to interact with in any way- men have gone mad in less time alone in the wilderness.

Day 51

Forded yet another river today- unfortunately, I stepped into a hole and stumbled, losing my grip on my camo tent- it floated away and now my prototype Goncong uniform is lost forever. I seem to be losing all my stuff on rivers these days… I wonder if that's some kind of ill omen, portending my imminent death on or beside a river…

Nah, water just hates me.

Found no more Orcs, just traces of that bloody pipeweed stuff that the Rangers up here love so much.

Day 52

I feel so naked without my camo tent… On the other hand, I found some more campsites today. And more pipeweed. What is it they love so much about the stuff? Is it hallucinogenic or something?

Have selected a good branch and am whittling a pipe while I walk in order to find out.

Day 544444444444444444…..

How do those Rangers manage to smoke this stuff all the time? I can barely lick my elbow properly anymore- let alone speak coherently. Oh, wow, my hands are so biiiigggg…. And my face is soo sooffftt… You know, you know what would totally be, be a… a great idea? I should totally climb that tree over there and see if I can see Imladris from the top. And then, and then… and then, I could wave and they would send a chopper to get me… yeah… I'm soooo clever…

Eru, this stuff is freaking fantastic! It's, it's like, it's like I can taste the birdsong… Oh, the bark feels so gooooood… Is this how the Rangers feel all the time? Because this is freaking fantastic! Sign me up! Oh wow, my hands are so big…

Day 55

Have just remembered that pipeweed is a close relative of the plant maresbreath.

Note to self- avoid pipeweed.

Patrol markers coming much more frequently now- no food left, but must be close.

Day 56

HOLY CRAP, I ACTUALLY FOUND IMLADRIS!

This is so incredibly exciting…

So I met with Elrond, who was pretty much like "WTF are you doing here" so I explained about the dream and he said I must be here for the council. So, there we go. I just spent like a third of a year getting here in order to attend a council that I wasn't invited to.

Next dream can go f*** itself, Faramir's doing it.

Day 56, later…

One of the Elvish patrols coming in said they found a really oddly-decorated helmet and presented it to Elrond while I was there- it was Wilfred. He followed me here…

They're in cahoots with him, I just know it- those drugged-up Rangers, the poncy Elves, the pipsqueak Halflings and probably my horse too.

Whatever this 'Isildur's Bane' thing is, I need to get it away from them ASAP, lest they gain enough power to conquer Middle-Earth.

Wilfred must be stopped, whatever the cost.