This poem
Of fiery flames and halls of old,
Of things that scare, and tales untold,
Of birds that sang and Spring that sprang
Up on her feet, following the road
To the meadows sweet, jump over a moat,
Where no soul her song can hear
Not foul nor blessed, not horse or bear
Like the Fire itself she dances there
Knowing it not; the morn is here
And as the morning now arrives,
it's time for many, many goodbyes
'tis not of fiery flames or halls of old,
nor eerie things or tales untold
That I came to say,
with you I never feel too cold, nay,
blankets and dreams, ponies and streams,
friends that we lost and paths we crossed
Now I go, steady as stones, fear in me bones
Hold yer hats, sing a few tones,
until I return and tell tales I've heard on my path
I will see you before the ninth of Wedmath
After uttering this poem, I walked away from Woodhall and left the Shire for a while. 'tis my journey that now is to begin: mine and my only but it isn't to be merely a nice adventure, one during which you broil sausages by the campfire and whistle old walking songs when on the road. My dear diary, I have lost me Silas. First he was grazing in my garden in Log-end and then - he wasn't! Well, I did think that he was somewhere in Log-end but no matter how much I looked for him, I couldn't find him. I got really worried and asked my neighbours if they knew something about it and Mrs. Goodchild indeed had seen some Big Folk sneaking in the Southfarthing with an enormous chestnut-coloured pony. That must've been Silas for he is the largest pony I have ever seen in the whole Southfarthing and Mrs. Goodchild has seen Silas in my garden many times when she has passed by my little burrow on the hillock.
I could not leave at once for in the evening I had to participate the Night of the Fire Rose in Woodhall. In Woodhall I heard more news about longshanks with a big, heavily built pony "for pony it was although horse sized", like one of the villagers told me as he was smoking his pipe at his house's doorstep.
So after the concert I walked all the way to Buckland. There I rested for some hours and bought some goods that could be of use to me during the journey: a new knife , foodstuff and cooking tools. After resting I continued my walk, stopped to rest me feet at Adso's Camp and ate a hearty lunch there before continuing to the Bree-town. I was there late in the next evening.
Here I am: in the Prancing Pony, being hopelessly tired and worried and thinking about all the hobbits in the Shire. I told no one about my real reasons to leave but I think Amorey anticipated something, I could see it in her pensive eyes as she looked at me. I hope she will not feel too alone in Brockenborings without me but I have to go get Silas back. I even pity them brigands a little bit (Silas kicks hard).
