I have made a horrid mistake. This whole journey, what was I thinking? I took Huoriell's kindness for granted because I felt overwhelmed, and left. Left with Hilumrekja to the Lone Lands (Another mistake, this place is horrid. I had only ever seen it on a map. Spiders, Wargs and undead abound.) We were gone for almost a month. Everything was going well enough until he disappeared about a week ago.
I awoke to find him gone. I waited for hours for him to return, but he never did. The deer carcass from had gone bad and attracted scavengers even after i had moved it. Big scavengers of the worst kind. Wargs, they chased me away from the ruins we had made home. I tried to stay and be good. I truly did, but if I had stayed I would be dead. He had never taken such a long time when he had gone hunting before. What happened to him? I hope he's all right. I searched into the blood lands, and I searched into the bogs. Only for the undead to find me.
Cold dead hands around my neck. I could not breathe, could not move. Hands colder than ice. Lamaenon found me and killed it before it could kill me. He would not let me stay any longer to look for Hilumrekja. Lamaenon and I traveled back to Imladris. I do not think I should talk so much anymore. Running my mouth off was what got me into this mess.
