[The Perky Ent]

Dear future records of the account of Nali on the Quest of Moria, Nali paused as he took at minute to write on another piece of parchment. "Quest for Moria", Nali though. "Now that's a catchy title!" The other dwarves continued their bickering as Nali start writing several paragraphs about his journey. As Balin walked menasingly twords some of the dwarves, Nali assumed that his temper had overpowered him, as he was told that it was often to do so. Eventually, Balin gave up on the dwarves and they continued their quest. After a short period of walking, which Nali did several feet from the group, he noticed the trees of Mirkwood fence the horizon. "Mirkwood! At last!" Nali shoughted, as some of the other dwarves had also noticed Mirkwood and were sebsequently shouting. And then something hit Nali, he never found out if they were going through Mirkwood or not. Feeling Stupid, Nali darted to the side of Ori, who was glad to see him. "Yes Nali, we're here. We're going through" Ori said as he grinned to Nali and stepped among the trees.

"Well, this is it" Nali said as the other dwarves walked into the forest and some even disappeared beneath the old trees. Pausing, Nali opened up his piece of parchment and read it out loud:

Dear future records of the account of Nali on the Quest of Moria,

I am gazing among the dwarves well amist
a quarrel of the wit and fist,
and Balin, it seams is underestimating
the other dwarves skills of fighting and baiting,
because several has slipped past the fiery dwarf's rage,
and even though they say they'll behave,
they will do just as they please,
and as they have accomplished it with ease,
the dwarves will tend, as they have, to their own,
and won't spare mithril let alone meat on a bone,
for now i sail a ship alone
and sollum and grim, shall be my tone.

Nali took yet another moment to write in his letter to, as it seems, himself. The letter, or rather poem said:

Mirkwood, Mirkwood, the elf and the tree
seem to be calling, calling to me,
the twig, the branch, the leaf and the oak,
makes me forget i am hungry and broke,
a voice in the distance, calling my name,
Nali Nali it proclaims,
and grabs me up and tears me apart,
and it seems all the eyes in the world have to dart,
at the mangled shreads of my depressing life,
from where i am now to when i was a little tike,
it is my beginning, middle and end,
as i have not but a single friend

As if in a trance, Nali started walking into the forest, bumping into trees and twigs on the way. After a while, Nali catched up with the dwarves, who seemed to be standed still. In a voice that seemed drunken, Nali said "Ori! Good day to you lad! What news of the ax?" Ori stood still. Didn't even move a mussle. Suddenly, a arrow flew into the sky and landed inches from Nali's feet. "Mind your tongue, Dwarf!"