amathlan

I stole these clothes from Angmarim men along the pass of the Jä-rannit. I decided to go south to Aughaire than north to follow them to Carn Dûm.

Warning: Could be slightly graphic for some. 

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Our scouting mission through the Lone Lands has now become more than I every could have imagined. We have been on the road for weeks. Sir Ioranir has been on his own mission, to find those that raised him. As for Amathlan, he was to learn of those who we were tracking, the Sons of Burzum. These two missions have carried us all the way from Bree, to Evendim. But now we rest in a village, far to the north of Forochel.

Some time after the return from Forochel; Imladris, Third Age.

 The letter is sealed tightly in an envelope that has been slightly bent and worn from travel. On the back is scrawled in perfect Westron; 

To Furley; 8 Long Street, Wyrmlin, Bree-land.

We all quickly gathered, hidden, to watch the scene and decide what our course would be. We watched as one of the men wandered off the side of the hill, seemingly having heard something. When he returned, it was with a man, but not one of their own. 

This man, as we would later come to learn his name, was Ioranir One of the Lossoth, but also known to our company.

We did not stay at the inn for long. Just long enough to make sure the others of the company left and returned as quick as possible to the company house. Amathlan returned to Bree with them, to gather up more bodies. Though we were only scouting, it was best for more of us to be there in case something went wrong.

Furley sat down shortly after they left, sighing as he mentioned how worn out the danger earlier had made him feel. And she, Daphne, could see that on his face as she bent to take her helmet from the ground. 

"I am waiting... Either speak or I will leave this instant. I will return to Bree by myself."

"No. No. Don't leave."

"...I'm sorry."

With Ithilwe's head against my shoulder, the rest of the evening is spent silently pondering what is to come next. 

The four of us encircle Gondrinn. I stand high upon a rock so I can look down into the camp. Gisuna, ever the bear, is hidden in some deep thicket.