Musings of Asgorn.

Two months has it been since I sat and rested under roof, how strange it feels to not have to worry about looking over my back. Often I wake in the night at the slightest of sounds, within the wilds fearing of some Orc skulking over. The only fear I have now is getting too used to the comforts of this Elven refuge, Imladris.Time passes slowly here, or so it seems to me, only been here for a week and it feels much more.

  Elven company is enjoyable there is always much they can teach us, my heart is lifted in their presence and always I find myself in awe of them. To hear that many are traveling now to the undying lands is disheartening, yet it would be selfish of me to want to keep them here. Their home is elsewhere. For the time being I will make the most of their company, their music and hospitality.

  I have learnt little in what is happening within Eriador and I have little time to try and learn more. Most what I have heard is nothing new, only that the storm is growing stronger. Now I may have a true test of my abilities, aswell as my kin no doubt. I hope our line has the endurance to survive the dark days ahead...

  My thoughts turn now to what course should I take? There seems to be a swelling of Orc kind in almost every land I passed through on my way here. The most alarming is those in the northern reaches of Bree-Land, they either crossed the Trestlespan unnoticed, which I find doubtful or my biggest fear is coming true. That is for the Orcs to be at the start of an invasion from Dol Dínen. If this is the case then we must be swift to stem the tide before the dam breaks. More information will be needed, no wisdom in leaping before judging the distance.

  My mind ifs clear now, I will journey back to the north west and see if I can learn more. Should my fears prove true then I will have to alert my brethren at Esteldin. It will sadden me to leave this place yet it is not where I belong neither is the time to rest gifted to me, I must press on and do my duty.