Celonlinn's journal: Entry 4



There is little time to write for there are many here still injured and I must help tend to them, both physically and mentally.
Our brothers and sisters suffered great loss and a few children have now been left without a mother to care for them while their fathers are still in the South fighting along side our chieftain, our king. May the Valar bless them as they did us.

I only hope that the toy-maker and his assistant shall be able to help tend to the people of the Eglain after their own losses, but at least I can say it was no mistake taking those two with me. The crossbows they managed to build were more powerful than anything I've seen and helped us greatly.

The dwarves continue to surprise me even now. Garram took lead on saving his enslaved brethren and was I proud to follow his command and then Belodin arrived with his army.

Should anyone ever ask me what a dwarf is made of then I shall reply, loyalty.

The north had its victory and for the first time in a long while the races were united again; Man, Elf and Dwarf. It was a great sight even if it was a dark day.
The battle was still ours and Sharkey is gone or at least he managed to escape.

I am still uncertain what happened. When his voice echoed over the field I could not move. No matter how I commanded my body it would not heed, it would not move forward, it would not reach for my bow. It was as if I was paralyzed. Maybe one day I will learn what strange magic that man used but for now I will not have it trouble my mind, the day is over.

Thorontir and the company shall soon ride back to Imladris to look in on our elven allies who returned there to have their own healers tend to them. I hope that the company and our allies shall be able to raise a drink to our victory and to our fallen.

I will remain here for the time being. There is much that has to be tended to and children to be taken care of.
I am glad that they were able to meet Belodin and hear his stories before I must bring few of them the terrible news of their mothers and hopefully find them a new caretaker.

How are you supposed to tell a child of what has happened to the one they care the most for? My heart already grows heavy just thinking of it but I shall be there to comfort them, take one or two as my own if I must. It would not be the first time I do so.

I wonder if I should send Pînconnin with the company or have her stay here with me. I shall have to speak with her later and see what she wishes to do. She is eager to head out into the world but at the same time I can see she is nervous about leaving the nest.