278 Days untill Durin's day.
Not A day goes by with out missing you my m'dear Brulda.
Upon my return in Bree things moved rather slowly, so I decided to hear towards the Inn again, its there where I met with the fair lady Brynleigh again, whom of which i am starting to grow quite fond off.
She was rather silent for her doing. Which coming to think of it might had something to do with the amount I spoke. After my experience with the new creature I caught the attention of many in the Inn. I also met with Aallan again. A man more focused on his writing then speaking. An odd habit, but A useful one.
As the night went on there were several discussion and words about my experience. From the two people who joined in to listen to my tale, one was a rather healthy lady, standing tall and proud. I had my suspicions about her. suspicions that would be confirmed later that evening.
After a good while of speaking, the other were giving my experience a thought. Master Aallan came up with a name "Sharkey" I believe, which might have some connection with the creature with the White hand. Master Aallan is most likely attracted to my new Rohirrim lady friend. I started to joke around but quite quickly felt sorry for what I had done. I offered some help, I know a place where Evermind grows near the shire. I'll hope he makes use of that advice, I remember it having some connection with the Rohirrem although not exactly what anymore.
As the dark haired lady stud up she whispered something to me, she wanted to meet me in the Mess Hall. In was here where she revealed to me she was one of the Rangers I had been looking for. She answered all the questions I had. My fair, and that of my King confirmed, there is an eye looking in the east. An evil has awakened. My mission now complete I wanted to return to Ered-Luin and inform the leader of my kin. Erebor is as of yet still out of reach.
Although I have finally completed my mission to find one of the Dunédain Lady Celonlinn, as she claims how she is called wants me to meet her captain. I have send A sealed letter back to the Blue-mountains. I hope the merchants will arrive there soon.
I have promised to accompany her to the rest of her kin. I am to meet some sort of Captain. The Numerians are a mysterious folk, but as one as old to me even they can be deceived.
As I am cleaning and polishing my war hammer again, A sudden feeling of courage falls over me. Knowing that there men fighting evil has warmed my heart. Its time for me to travel to the Lone-lands again not knowing what awaits me there.
I will end my diary with some lines of Durin's song. Both to give me courage and not to forget why I am doing the things I am doing here. My kin has suffered enough.
The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
