[Melilot Brandybuck]

Not much exciting has happened. Just endless walking, walking, walking on our way to Weathertop, wherever that may be. And I'm hungry. Dried fruit, stale bread and water just isn't cutting it. At least the pony can eat grass, which seems plentiful. I can't stop thinking about food. Visions of roast lamb, roast potatoes, thick wedges of cheese on fresh bread.... I remember one of Bilbo's specialties of the table was mushrooms cooked in a creamy garlic sauce... what I'd give for a dish of those right now...

Of course I'm not allowed to voice my hunger, everyone gets angry with me. Plus, I've felt a little strange since that night at Bree. Strider said it's the lingering effects of the Black Breath (whatever that is), and that for someone so foolish, I've got off very lightly. He's full of hints and riddles, that one.

I'll write again when we reach Weathertop.