The grey rain curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass...and then you see it.  White shores, and beyond a far green country under a swift sunrise.

Today:

Boromir went on a vicious rant on how much rations Gimli was filling his face with.  Rations are in short order, and we must get out of these mines hastly if we are to survive the passage.  Frodo still amazes me every passing day, but each day that passes I fear Saurons wrath comes closer.  WE MUST LEAVE MORIA QUICKLY...