Mordor is everything I had feared it would be. Black ash, flaming rock...everything within this wretched land, Bauglir would be proud of his servant, Sauron.
The battle we fought some hours ago was harsh. Many of the Enemy were fallen; as were our own. A captain, whom I knew to be of Men, was slain and his body taken to the Orcs for a foul purpose we can only fear of. But we rest now, before the final march.
How I fear for myself, now; should I not return home. I worry...Notice: With the Laurelin server shutting down, our website will soon reflect the Meriadoc name. You can still use the usual URL, or visit us at https://meriadocarchives.org/
Records of Ornalaurëon, Entry 2
Submitted by Ornalaureon on August 2nd, 2010
Mordor is everything I had feared it would be. Black ash, flaming rock...everything within this wretched land, Bauglir would be proud of his servant, Sauron.
The battle we fought some hours ago was harsh. Many of the Enemy were fallen; as were our own. A captain, whom I knew to be of Men, was slain and his body taken to the Orcs for a foul purpose we can only fear of. But we rest now, before the final march.
How I fear for myself, now; should I not return home. I worry...
