Dear Diary,
Traveling with these dwarves makes me miss my life from before. I've been living with Men for so long now that I've forgotten how much I love the company of dwarves.
We're nearly halfway to Erebor now. Only had a few problems along the way. Fjalvari has taken to watching out for me. I think I remind him of someone.
I twisted my ankle while gathering some firewood. Stupid of me. It's swelling a bit and hurts, but I'll live. I would have rode my horse but he is so exhausted, and I'm too big for the ponies. I would feel bad for causing the dwarves more delay, so I've just been walking on it anyways. It's hard to hide an injury, but they haven't noticed, so all is well for now.
May Mahal shield you,
Carlyndra
