First Month:
The baggage was ready, the carriage was just in front of me. I looked back to my old house: a tall building with white walls, it was never my home to be honest. I used to wander around town most of the time, went to visit the smith and his children; the taxidermist who sometimes was very secluded and maybe even scary; the baker, she made the best bread of all Minas Tirith. And then at nightime when everyone was sleeping except a lone guard I used to sit near a tree; not an specific tree, could be any of the many, but I used to sat there and watch the stars. When something in the skies attracted my attencion I wrote about it, my first journal was full of drawings; just random things I found along my way in my youth.
And now I look directly to a carriage, my father motioning me to enter while my mother sat straight, and my sister arranges her hair... again. I finally climb up and shut the door, the dressing of the inside was all red with golden trimmings. It looked like silk, then I thought for one second to take an example of that fine cloth, but my father was observing me with certain untrust...
I believe we've been more than a week in this carriage; my brother keeps close to the cart. He rides the best horse he could found in the stables and wears an armour that could leave you blind if you stare at it. My sister appears to be upset about me writting this diary, she's looking at me with a frown. I should stop now before she spills ink on the notebo-
*An ink stain covers the rest of the page*
Wonderful, my trousers are stained with ink! How am I supposed to "dress nicely" when my own sister makes it impossible!
Second Month:
We surrounded the White Mountains and went all through the forests of South Gondor. It's green, really green. The driver says there are wights around. At least w got escort and of course, my brother in his "all mighty" shinny armour. My sister changed places with my parents, it doesn't make me feel less uncomftable thought; then don't stop staring at me like I was a criminal of some sort. I believe they don't want me to touch the silk. There's a village nearby, I suppose we're replentishing the supplices as well as heading to eat, if not this will be my last entry since I'll starve to death.
We're moving again, it's nightime, we just had a terrific dinner and I changed my ink-stained trousers for some new. I'm not in the carriage right now, I'm riding a horse! Can you believe it? A horse!... Well no. My brother haves the animal tied to his, so I cannot move farther. I wouldn't be able actually, I don't know how to drive such a big and magestic animal.
Third Month:
My brother says we're now entering Endewaith, I've only read that name in maps. I can't believe we're so far of home now. We moved because of the threats of other traders, saying that they'll kill us if we continue on the business. My father decided to move to Bree, there is a prosper land to trade and live, or at least people say that. We're now in the lands of Eriador. There has been one or two more stops to replentish water and food, also change clothes and clean the old ones.
By the lords, we're crossing a living cementary! There has been rumors among the guards that foul creatures attack at night, when we're sleeping. My brother says the same, but also claims that we must not worry: "Nothing we can't handle." he sais. I've seen more tombstones than villages in this lands!
*There are several ink stains in the paper*
Bloody rocky road! I can't write, to the abyss with this! I'll write whenever I'm capable of, hope it's soon.
*There seems to be more ink dots in the next pages along with some scrawls*
Fifth Month:
Finally we're out of that rock-land! There is not much to travel now, we're in an isolated land. If I'm correct this place was once an elven kingdom, but my studies end there, nothing else I can say. But the trees and ruins are gorgeous. The old constructions display white, emerald and golden stone. The trees don't stay behind in beauty though; they showcase a parade of red and green leaves with thin but strong white trunks.
And then meanwhile I was sleeping there was a change of enviroment. It appeared like a permanent autumn, the leaves were orange, yellow and red; the grass was pale green and short. They say elves roam this forest, and somewhere around Imlandis raises. It wasn't so hand to travel; there was a road now, dirt road but still a road. A vast extension of forest rise North and South, and if my studies are correct there are also trolls who who walk in the night through this woods.
Sixth Month:
Now there's a dry land, it's incredible how the enviroments change! Aparently this place is called "Lone-Lands" by the ones who reside near, I see the reason of why. Look at that structure! It looks old indeed but in perfect state, well, except for some walls... but that's a minor! Wonder how people should call it, maybe some kind of "Mount-Castle"!... I shared this idea with my sister, she said I had no imagination and suggested a name like "Peakspire", that's absurd of course...
By the ight the wolves cry, or at least I hope they are wolves. The escort seem uneasy again, by the looks of some ruins far ahead it looks like another graveyard. Thanks the lords we are NOT heading in that direction.
Seventh Month:
Finally I see some green land again! We just crossed a bad-state inn, no need to stop there. Soon enough we'll be resting in the new house, paying the guards and sleeping in a comftable bed!
