September 9th, 3018, between the Bruinen and the Misty Mountains

Many days have I wandered now in wilderness, searching the hills and dales between the river and the mountains. Not a soul have I seen, save the birds in the air and beasts on the ground, nor a sign of any settlement, now or in the past. I am beginning to wonder how I will ever find Rivendell, but find it I must

I let the horse go a week ago. Some might call that foolish, that I could eat the horse if necessary, or use him for warmth, but though my provisions run low, the horses of the Rohirrim are not for eating, and it is warm yet. This is not horse country, and he knows the way home.

I gather what edibles I can as I go, and keep my bow at the ready so that I might snare a wild hare or hind.

Boromir