Day 119 of exile
Lothlorien – a clump of trees with platforms clinging to them. I suppose it's rather pretty if you enjoy the elven style decor. I find it darn impractical as you need to climb flimsy ladders or walkways to get anywhere really. All though I must admit it is a tranquil place for an afternoon nap to sleep one off. And yes the wine is to die for.
Day 121 of exile
Elven boot making is...well...not for me. I'd look like i sissy in one of those Galadhrim leafy looking foot glove type of thingies. I need a thick toe and heal iron, a hefty studded sole and sturdy ankle support. So I had to mend the ones I have with elk hide and lots of leather straps. It will have to do for now.
Day 123 of exile
I'm beginning to feel I have overstayed my welcome and it's time to move on. Elves easily grow weary of drunk dwarves it seems. Their habit of singing dreary songs at odd hours are really trying my patients. But to go where? Mirkwood has a ring to it. I thoroughly savoured the experience I had in the Old Forest, back in Buckland. So I figure I'm up for another woodlands hike.
