Hey, maybe you could go on a quest to find me. I could seriously use some company. 😛 *sings in the dark*

Once I've recovered from the unjust accusation and capture of my beloved twin, I just might do that. Sounds better than just sitting here. I don't get eleven meals a day like you all in jail do.

Is that what they get in jail? Kinda wish I was there instead of here - wherever I am. Hey, Nazgul, where exactly am I? You kinda put something over my head so I couldn't see.

Oh, right. Do they even feed you anything in Minas Morgul?

Am I in Minas Morgul, now? That makes more sense. My mind is rather blurred at the moment.
I think they slipped in some moldy bread and some dirty water. Said something about another meal, but I haven't heard from them since. It's been eight hours... or is it nine?

Ooh, that's not good. 😕

Yikes! *is afraid* oh dear me! Jaygee and Hobbit gone? Who will be next? ....

*runs around in confused circles*

When I returned to my warm hole for the night so many people were missing!!!

*rolls eyes at the whispered comments behind my back*

Jaygee! I am so sorry I doubted you! It's just... the sword. You must understand. 🙁
Speaking of... *peers at Swan from behind a tree because oblivious hobbit didn't realize Swan had a sword and is also stupid enough to not try locking herself in at night*
*applauds Tenny's eloquent speech* Wait, you thought I was suspicious?!
Dear me, Ela, I do miss you, dear friend, but I'm no Took. I don't go questing or do dangerous, uncomfortable things that make me late for dinner. *snacks on a sandwich while she watches Swan*

*carefully locks all the shutters*

Ariel, you act like you're trying to act suspicious 😛 You're /so/ suspicious you're clearly innocent 😛

*wonders who will join her at Minas Morgul* It would be nice to have company, just saying. 🙄 Maybe we could plot an escape or something - it's nearly impossible on one's own.

@Tenny: "Trying to act suspicious", am I? I mean, I'm relieved to hear that you don't think I'm suspicious, but, dear me, can you really blame me for being frightened out of my wits? In all my years in this happy little hamlet, the worst that's befallen us is Old Grasstoe's broken leg that time he tried to push his far-too-heavy cart up the south road! *stress-eats a honey cake... or six*

*is in so much suspense*