More marching today. I wanted to sit down and bawl, or eat at least, but I can't let my reputation as "Prince of the Halflings" get tarnished. Right now I'd much rather be "Prince of the Pancakes." There's something really putrid in the air. We must be getting near the orcs. I think I smell "Smelly" from my last run in with them. I told elf-boy that orcs are his distant relatives, but he just got really angry and told Gandalf on me. Little brat. Oh, no, now all the men are gathered around to watch the fire-breathing hobbit write (I'll bet none of them can).
[ April 05, 2002: Message edited by: ElanorGamgee ]
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