Well journal your stuck with me. so i gess we had better get to know each other.
I am Targeth of Gondor. I was born in the ruins of Osgiliath. I may get more into my childhood latter. For now i will tell you about how i got to be laying in this bed with a broken leg.
My brother Targel wanted to gather a band of wariors from all over middle earth, sounded like fun so i agreed to help him. We went north through Gondor and headed to Rohan. had some good times there. The adventures we had with those dwarves were fun too. But targel never found anyone he thought was good enough to help. we heard of some great wariors in the bree land area and headed up there.
How were we to know that brigands lie in wait? We killed a fair number of the but they overwhelmed us. I woke up in a cell. With a man named Strider asking for our help. We fought through the prison and helped save some hobbits. But Striders friend Amdir was wounded by a Nasgul.
We fled to the town of Archet where i now lie. We learnd that the brigands who attacked us were part of a larger group called the BlackWolds that was planning to burn Archet. I will tell you more about the burning of Archet later. Suffieant to say i was wounded in the fighting and was knocked out. when i awoke a man and a woman were dragging me out of the rubble of a building. Now a kind lady named Peg Purner is nurseing me back to health. And my brother is looking for me. Imagine that my brother seems to think the blackwolds have taken me hostage and has gone off hunting them. So when this leg heals i will have to go track him down.
I have no idea what day it is. Farwell for now.
Targeth.
