Daigan's book, entry '2'.

''Night is falling, so I can only write untill the light dims. They got me past those highwaymen with fair ease, but I can still hear them scream as my guardians fell them with their blades. It was quite a horrifying sound. We've reached the borders of Rhovanion. I am little aware of how we got here this fast as I did not have time to pay attention to where we were headed, but today they told me where we were. None of them have told me their names, though all six of them seem equally skilled with blade and bow. I wonder if they work for the same people as I do? We've set up camp and they told me once more I should not worry about the night, as they would assure my safety. They've told me this every night, why would they? Have they noticed me having nightmares? I don't know... Light has almost faded, so I will stop writing now and go to bed. I hope tomorrow I'll see a glimpse of Eriador.''