 | The date of this entry; the Year 1975, of the Third Age. A year has passed since the fall of Fornost, last true stronghold of the Dúnedain. Amon Sûl was still fresh in my mind; as it was with many of the Men here assembled. I was arranged with the two Elves that served with me at the fallen citadel of the Wind. Glorfindel of Gondolin, also, stands with us. We speak in our camp; with the learned Men of Arnor; whom speak our tongue. The night draws to a close, and in the morning our leaders will take us back to the Fields of Fornost. There, we will crush the enemy! The day comes! |
