 | The date of this entry; the Year 2460, of the Third Age. Ill tidings seem to come like water down a stream. Greenwood, the Great; our neighbour, has a terrible visitor. The Necromancer, as he is called by his thralls; has built a Tower, atop the largest Hill in the Southern Area. We now know this to be called Dol Guldur, the Tower of Sorcery. Galadriel has commanded me, and my forces, to espy it. We are not to interfere, nor to provoke. Foul are his ways; yet the Necromancer has not attacked us yet. Time will tell. |
