Entry Seven
Time: Afternoon
Location: The Ford of Bruinen
Status: Low on water and refilling
Situation: Advancing to Mirkwood, currently resting and refiling
Moral: Troubled
Personal notes:
*Isilorbor sits by the ford without his armour, resting his bare feet in the water*
We left Ost Gurth with a few words, I had told Zelderan what the plan of arriving was and our time to spend on resting. We both shared our feelings towards this mission, we are both nervous, but I know that he is very, as I am.
*Looks over towards Zelderan in the ford washing himself, sending a nod towards Isilorbor who returns it*
We are going to try and leave the Trollshaws before night falls onto us, Zelderan had told me how he was speaking to a man that told us troll emerge from the cover of night....
*Pauses as something moves behind him, taking hold of his dagger and relaxes as a stag leaps from cover to cover, looking down at his neckless hanging from his neck with a sad smile to his lips*
My thoughts now turn back to Lendes and the childern....Oh Gondor how I miss them! Turning away from my family each time I have to go away to war is so...Draining that the battle is not the worst part.
*Looks up at the sky with memories flooding his mind and lowers his head back to the journal*
Right now, Lendes will be feeding Lendil...He has not yet gone onto soild foods, so Lendes is breast feeding him. I always look away, I do not wish to seem prevorited about something so natuarl. Once Lendil has been feed, he will want to go on the wooden horse I had given him for Yule, or maybe the wooden boat...
*Chuckles to himself gently*
Lenwenn will be reheasing for her performence...Possabily dancing with a few of the Elves if she came to vist Lendes and Lendil. Lessel, Ah, if only I knew and had the chance to say goodbye to her....And Lenwenn, for that matter....
*A ping of guilt and regret flashes past Isilorbor's face before turning the subject away*
We will be in Eregorn, with the Light of Elendil, by nightfall. If all goes as planned, we will find an Elven Refuge and rest there. I hope that they will answer our questions, but I will let Zelderan do the talking on this one.
*Pauses yet again and looks up at the long before them*
I have never been to Moria before...My inner voices tell me what I am doing is most unwise, but my heart tells me that if there are any two people who can do such a task, it is me and Zelderan.
*Closes his journal and walks towards his armour with his battle-brother*
