It is now eight days since I left Muiliel sleeping in my bed and rode north. I am so glad Avalanche accompanies her everytime I am away, for I cannot imagine what sorrow would she feel after waking up with no signs of life around - such thought brings tears into my eyes. I have showed Avalanche where the pantry is, in case Muiliel loses consciousness or should she feel too exhausted to get up. A clever bear he is.
I have began rallying the armies of Lossoth scattered around Forochel. All the tribes seem to be in agreement over the sacking of Angmar, except the Hylje. Now, I remember the Hylje were always a bit problematic, but this time they stepped too far. Yrjänä may respect Rikitsa's arrogant opinion, but I do not, and I swear I will put her down when this war is over. Through her, the Hylje refuse to aid our war effort, which is a shame, especially for those of them that would gladly come and help us. But on the other hand it is better not to be aided by the smallest tribe than to needlessly break the close unification. Leijona, Mammutti, Koira and Hirvi - all of them swore to follow their leaders, who would follow me (and the Dark Lady, if she recuperates quickly enough!) into a total war.
As I used the path northeast from Thorin's Hall, I decided it would work better for my goals if I went along the western mountain side and gather any tribesmen there. We went more and more north, until we reached the very corner of the northwestern mountainside. Luckily, Kuru-leiri was still intact and another small manpower joined us. We left some guards there to protect the camp from the ice worms scattered around and aggressively devouring any wanderer that passed by. But before we headed south, I spotted a huge ice worm to the northeast and was carried away, eager to investigate. I fought my way to it, until it stood no more than thirty feet away. Then it turned around, facing me. It fearsomly growled and I had no doubt that this was the ancient worm Farathlúg. To my expectation he was a challenging foe, but after a ten-minute struggle I have sliced his belly and let it retreat. I may have killed it, but I do not kill legends.
After arriving back and leading the small army south, around Zigilgund, (asking the dwarves to help us is out of question) and we finally reached Pynti-peldot. There we expanded the village a bit to allow the newcomers have some comfort. I left orders to wait for the northern army until they are both ready to attack and squeeze the enemy's encampments, then I set off to Sûri-kylä. I took two high-ranked tribesmen with me, just in case we get ambushed. They were Pyösti and Jhärg - both of them excellent spearmen, tough and agile. But we were not ambushed. We safely entered Sûri-kylä and brought the good news.
With Pynti-peldot reinforced and Sûri-kylä aware of everything going on outside, I have decided to set off back home in the morning. Apart from our mutual sweet love, I have sensed a change inside her - a reborn flame, a void filling up with power and might. I cannot tell what this will cause, but I am very certain she is becoming more and more powerful, despite it may not seem so.
If everything goes as planned, Forochel will be reclaimed in a matter of months. But we all know that plans tend to get fishy...
