Disclaimer: Not mine. None of 'em... *sob*
They are all asleep. Except Aragorn. He is on watch, still as a statue.
It is too bright, and my neck aches from the weight of the bloody ring, and my legs and feet hurt from walking, and I am cold.
Sleeping by day. Whose daft idea was this journey, anyway?
I turn my head to get the pale daylight out of my eyes. Pippin is beside me, snoring lightly, face and body completely slack. I watch him breathe for a while, soothed and annoyed by his utter surrender to sleep.
I hate him. I hate them all. Except Aragorn.