We've camped in the Old Forest. Fiontann, Remdir and miss Cedwyn have gone further in to scout. There are many stories that have come up while we've been here, strange ones, something to play with their imagination.
I hate it
They say that paths move and there is something watching. I feel it. We haven't reached the tree yet, but we may have found someone to guide us. It would be better to let her die.
I've managed to gather up some plants and roots,oddly coloured compared to those that I know. There's little light that comes through here and yet things grow. She could be examined.
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It's hard to tell time. I'm not sure how long they've been away. We've already lost one, but it's probably for the better. I'm not sure how well she would have done in here. Even Remdir is on edge, which is unusual Not examined a Hobbit before. Natural death, could take it, cut it. I'm starting to feel on edge myself. Think their words have gotten to me. Leave the tree, return.
I can't silence my mind.
I could pois
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