This one awoke in Mathildah's lap this morning, and found that he had just had one of the best sleeps in his life. Perhaps it was the exhaustion from the wounds in his stomach and arm, or the longing to forget about the murder of those Dourhands, but he slept soundly, in the company of the one he cares for.
Yesterday was certainly a long, and tiring, day.. It began in a good way, with Mathildah spending a good amount of time with each other once again, before being rather rudely interrupted by the Rogue. But, in the Rogue's defence, he did have rather important news, which struck a chord with this one.. Sigfread had been called back to Esteldin, for an important matter, which he would not specify to us. This one was hurt, firstly, because he had not been called back as well, and secondly, because he wanted to do all he could to help. Both Arthasdir and the Rogue began to get on at him, which he did not take kindly to, but he soon stepped down.. This one will most certainly drop the next person to tell him that he is not allowed to help his own kin. Mathildah, thankfully, helped to calm this one down, but he did feel regret about some of the things he said, about duty coming first..
After Sigfread had departed, the remaining three of us traveled to Kheledul now, where we heard the clanging of metal, and chanting of the Dwarves. Unfortunately, as we tried to get a closer look, we were chased off by these Dourhands, and we were unable to discover what exactly they were doing in those fortifications. However, as we traveled north upon the sound of more drumming, we discovered something much more interesting, and horrifying.. A group of hooded figures chanting in what this one had never heard before today, the Black Speech. Upon seeing us, these figures ran off towards a set of ruins, and we soon followed, but.. We did not make it far. Yesterday, we encountered what could only be described as the 'undead'. These wights, who this one had only ever read about, shrieked and sprinted at us. If he was a lesser man, this one would have frozen in his place in sheer horror, but, thankfully due to his training, he was able to put them our of his mind, and managed to dispatch those that came near him. As we took down the first wave of these monstrosities, a few more shrieks were heard in the distance, and shortly after this, the three of us ran for our lives.. Those sights and sounds shall surely haunt him for the rest of his life.
After narrowly escaping another encounter with these monsters, we happened upon a group of Dourhands, and a cart, which after following, led us to a second encampment of them, hidden behind the hills. Arthasdir and this one quickly dispatched them with arrows, and we searched the encampment, unfortunately, we only found a keg of alcohol and some meat. But, Mathildah was able to spot a tent up above the rest, on a hill, which we investigated soon after. Arthasdir took down two more of the Dwarves, as this one's bow string snapped and cut across his fingers. Enraged, this one took the rest down with his bow, before finishing them with a sword through the heart. After some playful banter with Mathildah about his speed and brutality, the group was faced with the Dourhand Chief. After a battle, that took all three of us, this one took the Chief down with a sword through his throat, but not before Arthasdir was hurt by the Dwarf's axe. As he helped Arthasdir to his feet, Mathildah found a letter in the Chief's possessions, which we quickly stowed away, and made our way back to Gondamon.
Arthasdir was the first to fall asleep after we made it back to the camp, which left Mathi and this one to talk amongst ourselves. We both made a few confessions about our feelings for each other, which makes him smile when he thinks about it. He looks forwards to the time he will spend with her in the future, as she truly does bring happiness to him, even after the horrors of yesterday. Despite how he was trained, and despite how he was told to disconnect from the world, he can proudly say that.. I am happy.
