Dear Diary,
Wow, talk about an unexpected journey!
Taking Ifo to the dance went off without a hitch. He's a decent little mover for someone who's apparently never danced with someone else before. I wonder if he's spinning me a line there about not knowing much about the lasses. Anyway, as if that wasn't enough I took the lad back to my hole after and well, I invited him in, we got talking over supper by the fire, one thing led to another as they say and before I knew it he'd made a naughty little suggestion to do something Something I had secretly fantasized about, and that I know is like to scandalise the Shire but I don;t care. If I said no I'd always be looking back and regretting it, wondering what might have happened if I said yes...
So, long story short, I packed my things there and then and we both ran off hand in hand that very night to go have an adventure of our own.
What?
Oh diary, did you think I had spent the night with him? Well technically yes if you count sharing a campsite and taking alternate watches round the campfire but not... It's not even warm enough to take my vest off in bed right now, let alone that!
Anyway, adventure. I've run off just like that Mister Bilbo and as I write this I'm all whe way down in Dunland if you'd credit it! And a might fine land it is too. Ifo's taken me to meet his people. Well sort of his people anyway as he's an outsider from them just like we have outsiders from the Shire.
It's strange seeing a whole hobbit village right outside the Shire. Well pure Stoors actually and I'm very much Harfoot-ish but close enough. They have this lovely village in a valley that sort of reminds me of Oatbarton. yet all around them there's all this beautiful huge scenery and old Dunedain ruins and everything.
Ifo's a different hobbit back on his home turf as well. He gets all protective of me when the wild men and goblins come close. I can look after myself but it's still rather nice having a knight in shining armour, or a knight in wolf hides at least.
All in all this is a most splendid holiday and most splendid company. I suppose I'll have to go home some time or I'll find my little hole auctioned off and the Sackville-Bagginses or someone equally notorious with their feet up on the table but I'm sure I have plenty of time before they declare me legally dead!
