April 7, l436 SR: It's a fine morning, so we're going to stay here for another day so all our gear can dry out. We're up on the high moor, and looking south and east I can see mountains. This isn't the way Father and the others came, but those are the same mountains. King Elessar is planning to be at Isengard for Midsummer, so we are not in a hurry. I guess I'm getting used to this. I can say, My Lord, to the king now, and since I'm riding a horse, not a pony, I don't get a crick in my neck looking up to talk to him. He said he would like to put on his old Ranger clothes and go adventuring again with Father and the rest. I really think he meant it a little. But, I think he likes being king, too. He's serious, but not solemn. And he misses his home, and Queen Arwen. Whenever he says her name, his eyes smile, and he touches the green stone, an emerald, that he wears. I asked him why Queen Arwen didn't come with him to Fornost, and he said she didn't want to come so far North, so near to Rivendell. I guess she misses her old home, too.