war

-The Sindarin words are written normally as the Gondolin decendant records his thoughts in what looks like red ink.((yes it's blood))-

My days and nights are so busy, that I have scarcely a moment to think and there is even less time for writing in my journal. Culufinnel keeps a close eye on me and none of the Golden Host can leave the fortress without permission.

Durin's Day, year 2894 of the Third Age, Hammersmith Hall,

This day was a day I would remember forever.  The day promised to be a normal Durin's Day in Hammersmith Hall.  The Ale Association was here, selling their ales and meads, and minstrels singing the songs of our forefathers.

When dawn arrives and stars are fading,

And the birds and beasts awaken from their slumber,

The East will beckon once again, and bloodshed shall be raining.

The drums shall be heard, from the East to the West,

With Abellinda away visiting her sister I have returned to Bree-Land after seeing that Brynal's babes were safe. When I returned I met with Eorran and he told me to be at the west gate in a couple of days for the ride north to make our camp.