I didn't expect a warm welcome, but to sit behind bars is just preposterous! Why!? They called us friends of the witch, the witch of the elf-kind. I was being dragged through their cursed forest against my will, blindfolded and even gagged as they couldn't stand my grumbling. It was humiliating to surrender myself to their kind. We should have taken the river and go around that forest. Either way the men of Rohan, who I thought were my kin, locked us up for it. The cell is reasonable, considering I have spent weeks in a dog cage before. I saw Lord Tidhelm not amongst us, and I trust he will vouch for us with his sharp tongue. They should at least get the women out, if they have a shred of decency!
My leg that was torn by that goblin, it hurts. I have not checked it for a week now, and I actually do not dare to untie my greave and look at the wound. Oh well, I have nothing better to do now, I better should take a look at it.
Oh Bema, this is not good.
