[Takeda Shingen]

Originally Posted by Skybird

And Frodo's travel blog is somewhere hidden on the shelves, too.

Day 58

We made 12 miles today. No baths for a month, so everyone is starting to smell. Siegfried, err, Aragorn keeps staring wistfully at the distance and singing in elvish, which, needless to say, is getting pretty annoying. Between him and Wotan's, err, Gandalf's, frequent and needless dissertations on Alberich, err, Sauron and the nature of evil, we are never in want of headaches.

I have this thing in my foot; I think it's a splinter. Today, I woke up to find it was twice the size it was yesterday. I showed it to Gandalf, and he had Legolas chew up some kind of plant and spit on it. What the hell is that? I just wanted some Ibuprofin. Now my foot is fat and sticky.

Aragorn grew in stature today....again. Every time he talks about Notung, err, Narsil, Gandalf pulls me aside to tell me that Aragorn is growing in stature, whatever that means. He looks the same to me. Maybe he has some sort of tumor. That might explain things.

They keep trying to teach us to fight every time we sit down, which is very often. Man, I'm three feet tall. I wield an elaborate steak knife. What the hell good am I in a brawl? If we didn't sit down so much, this thing might be over. I hate this fellowship.