-The page is scrawled in sindarin and appears a bit wrinkled-
For the past few days I have been traveling back and forth between Bree-Land and Angmar. I am lucky to be alive after that last trip. Everything started like normal. I rode in on Narylfiel just fine. Even slaying some of the monsters plaguing the land was simple. Up until I began nearing Carn Dum... I do not know how it happened but a pack of giant, smelly orcs decided it would be fun to whack me around like I was a ball you see small children play with. One of those oafs knocked me into the nearby pond and I was spotted by Angarim master archers. Ai! I have never swum that fast with a limp before in my life. Poor Bregolien was not so lucky and fainted the minute we got to the other side. To make matters worse, I did not have a change of robes either. So I was now forced to fight in soaked garments that made my scent that much more noticable to the Wargs around the area. I am lucky to be alive! I am a bit hesitant to return there. But the council of the north has enlisted my aid... Unless I think of something, I may end up with more scars that I already have. Dear Valar, I really really hate Angmar! Once my tasks there are done I swear I will never again set foot in that desolate place again!
