Of all the lands I have traveled across Eriador, from the fields of Bree to the highest reaches of the Misty Mountains, from the peaceful and quiet land of the Shire to the desolate wastes of Forochel, none have I find myself revisiting more often than the lands around Nenuial... Evendim in the Common Tongue. The lost city of Annúminas can be found there, and though I have dared to venture into that place and gaze upon the ancient city of my ancestors in more peaceful days, my heart is sorrowful that it is not so simple now... For the days grow darker and I fear my hour of action will soon call again...
It is on the pebbled shores of Lake Evendim which I like most to sit and reflect, for I feel that the very atmosphere of Nenuial sings to my heart, from the soft trickle of the water along the shore to the calming twittering of the birds in the willow trees above. I do not often express my true feelings, not least on paper where it may be read by others, but I always have desired mostly to settle in these lands one day along near the city of my ancestors and Kin...
I would take visits to this place more often if it were not for my charge, however my most recent venture to these beautiful lands has sparked within me a new ray of hope... And a keen new blade for that matter. A curious tale in which I shall write down within this diary of mine, lest I forget and my love for these lands require rekindling.
These lands have stood the brutal test of time, many heirlooms of my people lay mostly unprotected in the tombs of ancient kings, were it not for the band of Rangers who guard that land fiercely, these heirlooms would have been stolen by brigands long ago...
On hindsight... Maybe the Wardens of Annúminas guard their treasure too fiercely and too enthusiastically for I almost was mistaken for one of those Tomb Robbers, an arrow flew merely inches from my shoulder and it was not until these keen guards recognized my look that they laid down their guard, it was apparent to me that these Rangers were in fact recruits... Squires maybe to the generals of the keeps. Nevertheless, they were kind enough to leave me be to my meditation.
It was not long after my brief encounter with these Rangers that I spotted something glistening in the shallows of the Lake. Now they say that Lake Evendim gleams like a brilliant gem in the North, though I can spot an actual gem when I see it... I reached down in the shallows to pick up what I thought was a cut red ruby, to my surprise I actually grabbed the hilt of an ornate sword. Curiously I picked up the weapon and examined it, the handle of the hilt was wrapped in a sturdy red leather, the hilt itself was adorned with the brilliant red gem which seemed to me as if it glowed with some enchanting beauty, the pummel was a bit chipped but otherwise the rest of the weapon was in almost pristine condition, at a first glance, this magnificent weapon was purely ceremonial, though I could tell that this was in fact fashioned and meant for battle, the metal was forged strongly and would not break if swung and the blade was still rather sharp although it lay unused and worn out after so long... And after a quick use of the grindstone back at our encampment, the blade was keen and ready to serve the Dúnedain once more.
I wonder whom this sword once belonged to and what battles it seen in the past, though there is obviously no way to know this unless the sword was that of a famous and ancient craft (even then, it would take an Elf Lord to suss that out), perhaps this weapon had a name before?
I name my new weapon silherenya, for it is sharp and keen and it was lucky indeed that I had come across such a beautiful weapon...
Now some may argue that I in fact stole this weapon, seeing as I am not a thief and in fact the heirlooms are that of my ancestors, I can safely and happily say that I am not stealing... I am simply reclaiming what our fathers had lost.
