I couldn't scrape a nap out o' the Elvish ruins I were perched beneath so I got up I trudged on, wet boots an' all, the rain wouldn't stop and the wind would've whipped me whiskers if I had any. Rain all day with showers in betwixt!

It were slow going and I'd had just about enough, maybe I should've kept on but I decided to shelter at the old King's Way Gate until the weather turned.

As luck would have it, I runs into an old Dunlending mate of mine who I'd stood besides in a fair few fights. He was - as we says on the lines - on "Gondor leave", so I won't be mentionin' his name. But he and his mates had a nice size fire blazin', so I sat and warmed me bones until the rain died down.