Journey

Leothross folded up the parchment map and slid it into his breast pocket. As far as he could tell that pass would be the best. There were no orcs or Angmarim, by all accounts, though such a thing was very strange. Was there something else there that kept them away? Surely it couldn’t be worse alerting the enemy that was camped about the borders. In any case, he had confidence in Zargodon and Acurith. They were both seasoned warriors, he thought.

The sun had sunk beneath the far off mountains of Emyn Uial by now, bathing the sky in fantastic shades of orange, scarlet, and purple. Esteldin lay somewhere beneath him, hidden among the hills and trees. The world seemed at peace. It was hard to believe the fear that had truly taken hold. Unless, of course, you looked to the north. The northern sky seemed darker than it ought to have been. As if a storm, was constantly building, and would soon break.

The Red Company has been asked to help Rohan in its war agains Isengard and we have answered.

Some of our most seasoned members have gone to Rohan, to deal with the traitor and his army. Our leader, Adilyr, and our newly appointed officer Arstelle, have gone to the land of the horse-lords alongside with Aldbein, Helrenthrad, Prithbo, Nanteana, Ancthan, Cembur and myself, Diringul. We left Bree with our beloved officer Meriya, Theogorn and Fallburg. They will stay in Bree and watch over her surroundings with the rest of our kin, while we're fighting in the south.

I cant believe it, its now two months since we left Rivendell to head out on the road to Lothlorien, me, Cuthilion and Keeya, my new friends have lead me through the darkness that eriador now is for me and first when we reached Misty mountains i knew finally where we was.. But i should have known it wouldn't go well.. First Keeya disappeared.. And then...

The beginning of a journey was always a hassle.

A wind flows in the instant that the man is walking in the midst of the great forest of the Trollshaws. His arms and the upper mid of his body are involved by bandages wet by blood and washed by the rain that falls upon the place.

*The entry is two pages long. The first one have a sketch of a woman with big eyes and small lips on the right bottom of the page.The letter of the text is messy and written quickly*​