Entry 1
Ah... I wake up in the morning not feeling content and looking forward to a day with dear friends as I used to, but instead waking up to a day feeling dread, wondering where the day might lead me...
To my death?
To my victory?
But I deny those thoughts... and cherish others...
I am a dwarf. An almighty dwarf. Although I am aging quickly... who would have though 233 years would go by that fast? Full of adventures, love, hatred, honour, bloodshed... sorrow.
And Ered Luin is only the beginning. Who knows? Perhaps the evil had begun before us elves and dwarves, even. I have never even ventured out of Ered Luin. I think of all the adventures I have had. Though I have had none. Not compared to the folk who have traveled to the corners of Middle-Earth, till they could travel no more.
Every night... every night... some where my eyes did not even close. Too many adventures to dream about... too many horrid things haunting me... The stories of the Orcs... the Witch-King in Angmar... the Dark Lord Sauron....
I never want to encounter them, unless I know that I can defeat them.
And I wll be able to with my friends at my side. I know, I know.
Well, I am doing well with my quests and adventures under the current circumstances... I am helping the dwarves and elves of Ered Luin step by step...
Every goblin or Dourhand, bird or spider killed, will add up.
For now, I must continue with my doings... and at this moment, I have to go and fetch some shut-eye.
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