Tret, you find no rabbits, no conies, and no taters (po-TA-toes). Sam and Frodo must have been through here earlier and cleaned up.
Rations it is for the lot of you.
The night passes without incident.
Day 15, Nytdain, Thaumont 15th, Dymrak Forest, sunrise...if there were any sun visible. The dawn comes, and with it more rain. A cold wind is already fighting with you as you struggle to get the morning fire burning. Large drops of rain pelt the budding trees.
Despite the weather, daylight affords you a better view of your surroundings. You find yourself on a ridge overlooking a vast valley to the south. The trees in the valley appear to be in full bloom--unlike the rest of the forest--yet dark and dense. Between the mists and cloud cover, you'd swear they were all gray...as if made of stone.
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