Day 149: March 9

The first day of Minas Tirith was hard. We had to dismount our steeds before entering the Citadel and walk the rest of the way. Gandalf set a hard pace, but I was able to keep up better than Pippin who had to almost run. Gandalf spoke quickly to Pippin, reminding him that he needed to keep his mouth shut as much as possible. He turned and gave me a look that spoke a thousand words. As a woman I would not be welcome to speak my mind in this city and especially not in front of Lord Denethor. I gave a quick nod of my head in agreement and continued to walk beside Gandalf.

When we reached the chamber hall Gandalf tried speaking, but stupid Pippin just couldn't contain himself and made a bigger mess of things than was needed. Now, he was shackled to Lord Denethor and there was nothing we could do. I kept my head down and my tongue between my teeth. It took all of my willpower to not say anything.

Eventually we were given accommodations and sent out of the Lord's, I said with as much sarcasm as possible, sight.