251 days untill Durin's day.
Not a day goes by with out missing you m'dear Brulda.
Death and despair was dealt this day. The marching company has met with an evil Orcen host. Although my kin are brave, we are not invincible. Our enemy out numbered us twenty to one.
The chants of my kin were loud, our lines strong and our spirits high, but that changed only ten minutes into the battle. Many of my companies members were young and eager but alas the enemies numbers where to much for them.
Whilst our left flank collapsed our Captain charged to overwhelm the enemies center, the sounds of cracking skulls, waling axes and Goblin screams ruled the mountain tops as the charge went ever deeper into enemy lines,I attempted to join our Captain but soon found my self in the rear of the vanguard. It didn't take long before our charge was put to a dead stop. Our numbers dwindled but it wasn't until we heard the last cry of our captain we knew the battle became A fight for our lives.
Cut of from the vanguard and left by our rearguard the struggle for survival started. My hammer red from Goblin blood. I rallied the last of my brethren and we formed a tight circle. Although young ,these dwarves were still members of the Ironguard our ground. Wave after wave of Goblins were cut down, but like water pushing it self through A dyke, they kept coming and coming.
One by one the enemy soften the circle, overwhelming our defenses. With no place to go, we formed up a final shield wall our backs against the wall of the mountain our spears piercing the hearts of our foe's. And then, when I looked death in the eyes once again, it happened. the onslaught stopped, our foe was beyond our line of sight in a matter of seconds.
Although surviving the battle we have not been victorious, the company all but wiped out and our honor all but broken. I sit here with only twelve left of the full company, only breathing because our foe allowed us to. I sounded the retreat. The high pass has been taken by the enemy. Once more the spawn of Durin are cut off from one another. I have taken it upon my self to lead what is over of the company and have set course to Bree. Our wounded are many our spirit grave.
One of soldiers suggest we'd make A stop at Rivendell. Although normally I would have considered it, I'd prefer death over seeing the Irongruard in an Elven city and I take it those who are still alive agree with me.
KHÂZAD!KHÂZAD!
