Day 1 at Duin Dae
I arrived at the fort this morning, a short ride from the boughs of Lorien. How different these walls are! No mallorn trees surround me, just stone, dwarf-laid and nigh on impregnable. Magnos the Shield-wall is the Commander of the Fort, and he has assigned me to train further under Aren Sornic of Dale. While I've no doubt Aren is a capable fighter, I will be surprised if his prowess rivals that of the Marchwardens.
The sounds of the Great River are with me always as I walk the halls and ramparts. The Anduin thunders not far from the walls, a reminder of what brings me here. We are the shield that will protect Rhovanion, and we have all pledged our blades and our very lives to the walls of this fortress. I see warriors of every race, stout dwarves from the Misty Mountains and Erebor, some even hailing from as far away as the Grey Mountains far to the north, proud Men of the Eodreod, Dale, and Gondor, and elves, Sylvan and Sindarin, from Lorien and Mirkwood, all standing together on the ramparts. Any mistrust or enmity is forgotten here. We are all brothers-in-arms now, and that is a fact that will not soon be forgotten.
