Dear Diary,
The damn Numeronean and Elf are just too much. 3days of pursuit, no rest, minimal water, stinking bread, in fact the last time I had real food was at Emyn Muil. Damn them. I swear my body is wasted for cross country, although I would be very dangerous over short distances. And to hell with those Uruks... running as if their masters are right behind their backs with a whip in hand. Damn it. Are they dumb? Don't they have the brains to foresee that Isengard is still a long way to go and stop running like a caged cheetah on the loose?
Argh finally, a little rest while the elf go and make some surveillance. Yah yah. They would surely turn north east. I wonder what is the big surprise. Doesn't he know that those uruks are slaves of saruman and would of course bring the two hobbits to Isengard. A case of redundancy as I would say. Ar.. here they go again. Run..run...run and run. Can't they go seek a horse or something? Oh no. my calves are acting up... Big cramp is coming up... OOh how I miss my cave dwelling..malt beer, roaring fires and meat fresh out of the bone. Oh yeah the uruks are finally in sight! Hahar!
And I cross the finish line, grab the finisher's tee and medal and look for wenyang and go home.