Journal of Boromir: Day 8

“…So we spent some time hiding in the bushes again today. Gandalf keeps freaking out the moment any sort of bird flies over us. Crebain are one thing, but diving out of the sight of pigeons is a bit ridiculous. I was reminded of the Wizard’s story about hitching a ride on one of those giant eagles to Rivendell, as I lay in the thicket. Well cripes! If an eagle can lug a fully-grown Wizard half way across Middle Earth with ease, why not a ring? Why in Eru’s name are we out here trampling over these forsaken lands when we could just give the ring to the eagles to take to Mount Doom? I suggested it to Gandalf later in the day, but he freaked out and took a swing at me with his staff. ‘Quiet you fool!’ he hissed at me as he took another puff of his pipe ‘there will be no story if we do that’ Story? What story? That does it, no more pipe weed for the old guy…”