Entry 1 - On Agamaur

It has been three days since we ventured into Agamaur, the shivers still creep up my spine as I think back. I was unsure as to the fact if I could trust all the newcomers that had come up willing to give me aid. My doubts were especially great about that man from Gondor. He seemed like a brigand in disguise. Luckily, my concerns were proofed wrong and he performed well. The elf lady and the female guard from Combe too were a great help. But thank the Valar the Elf Lord was here, otherwise I am sure we would have had a few more scars in the collection. As we reclaimed Morngûr and the Elf Lord gave it to me, I felt a strange sense of possessive attraction towards it. The same I felt when we forged Celebestel, the helmet of Silver Hope. The blade is said to strike fear not in the minds of men, but in the minds of Orc. The Elf Lady noticed my attraction towards the helmet and the blade, it is good she advised me to part with both of them. Safely stored in a secret vault, they will remain there until we have need of them. I sit in the library now, browsing towards more books of the ancient kingdom. Although I wish to reclaim more of these weapons and armour, perhaps it is time I repay the Elves' hospitality. Maybe the Elf Lord has need of something...