238 days untill Durin's day
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Not a day goes by with out missing you m'dear Brulda.
Although I made my promise true to the captain of the Dunédain, many of my kin have fallen. Combined with the horrible losses we took at the battle of the Red Hoorn the Blue Guard has been thinned out to an abysmal number. I have sounded the retreat back to our Halls, Durin's Folk will retreat from the North and confine them selfs to their halls again.
I fear the prospect of returning to Lord Dwalin and share the casualties, although we were victorious the victory was paid in Dwarven blood. But before I can feel shame in front of him,I have to face those whom I march with those who have given so much, and have been given so few in return. How do I look my brethren in the eye after so much death and despair.
We have set up camp some where in the angle, spirits are low and no songs nor cheer are heard, I try to keep my chin high when I walk amongst my soldiers but they know that I am spend as well.
I started the journey east with two hundred and fifty souls. Only nineteen will see the Halls of Thorin again. I started to think about the names I have learned during my time with these proud souls, almost non of which will sound in ours halls again. I will list the names of those who have fallen yesterday in the back of my dairy. May we never forget their sacrifice. Or may I never forget the names of those I have led into their doom.
My mind hasn't been light the last couple of days. The children of the Dunédain had good intentions with their question but it tore open yet another wound which I have to carry back towards the Hall.
I will leave my dear Dunédain friends tonight. I have been given A Star of Numénor which I have placed on my first golden band surrounding my beard. I hope one day when I look at it that it shall remind me of the battle, how I aided those who I now see as friends. But now I can only see A glittering symbol reminding me of the faces which I will never gaze upon ever again. May they rest in their eternal sleep.
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Dgol,son of Yelt
Gorin,son of Blodu
Grim, son of Thurllion
Klaffi, son of Suldrin,
Brantuur, son Meltion
Braveer, son of Grumli
Doin, son of Blim.
Broin, son Blim
Bruin, son of Bladin
Mawin, son of Lopin
Lopin, son of Gror
Blaaf, son of Frudin
Homs, son of Dwaals
Teldulli, son of Hems
Grams, son of Lens
Meltowin, son of Bruffi
Groin, son of Bwalf
Gröm, son of Bwalf
Brim, son of Klomp
Brummy, son of Brammur
Trim, son of Tram
Beldoin, son of Grems
Trils, son of Bulf
Broller, son of Guf
Runf, son of Pels
Ranf, son of Graam
Sildun, son of Fraf
Ulmi, son of Rheim
Molf, son of Ugh
Braaf, son of Klum
Kluns, son of Orin
Boím, son of Snarl
Regilm, son of Grumpf
Umru, son of Truum
Polf, son of Gwam
Gwam, son of Teldin
Dian, son of Prost
Trandilli, son of Goonf
Yelsch, son of Garf
Brilm, son of Asul
Dorm, Son of Drum
Kildun, son of Bramdun
Proilm, son of Gror
Buls, son of Kruls
Sorm, son of Amdurin
Lust, son of Draak
Kházdril, son of Draaf
Plots, son of Duur
Broem, son of Bruffi
Strim, son of Khalli
