Found:
1 tin spoon.
A whole lot of discarded dignity.
Well, this place is something of a waste. It was quite an effort to reach, as well. The maps I saw must either be inaccurate or drawn by an rather inept cartographer for there was no indication that my destination was to be atop a very large hill.
The view is good though. One can see into the lands of the midget men from here, and all the way back to Bree on a clear day, I'd wager. Perhaps that accounts for the suspicious amount of "lost" underwear I've found? Is this some sort of unspoken spot for wooing ones beloved? Or at least divesting some air-headed lass of her knickers for the night. If so, it's going to make any sustained dig here rather embarrassing for someone.
Alas, I fear a sustained dig is what I would need. These old, weathered stones are picked clean, at least on the surface. If there's anything to find, it's buried beneath. Perhaps there's a hidden opening?
