176 D.U.D.D
Not a day goes by with out missing you m'dear Brulda.
Day in and day out,we march.
Day in and day out, we fight.
Day in and day out, we die.
Day in and day out, we try.
As the struggle in the High-North continues, the mighty Kházâd are standing strong. thirteen battles since the day I arrived and thirteen victories. Glory and Honor, two words said easily these days but rightfully so. The Noble Guard is thriving amidst its endeavors and morale is high.
I have found my self falling in to old - habit, When I was young I would spend most of my time perfecting my weapons and gear, I have come to tinker on both. Splendid is the word one of my kinsmen used for my appearance although first confused by his statement the Noble Guard, much like its name has something Royal about it.
Although we have served on the front-line for over two weeks now, No casualties have met my company. With twenty-two I now march in to battle and so far with twenty-two I march back. I am proud in each man beside me, proud of his stature, his effort and his perseverance. We have gained the nick-name the Drûdlum-Dravul, the Old and Dreadful, A name I have come to use and has started to become more popular by the day.
The smell of Goblin stench has always bothered me, but at my old age it has almost become unbearable, something I share with my company, if its just between our head I simply do not know but it sure makes for A great reason to leave the battlefield as quickly as possible.
Between battles most of my company tents to themselves, we share drank and song occasionally but more often then not we tent to smoke,read or enjoy ourselves in solitude.
I know each face who marches with me, I know their names, I know their beards. But I feel displaced from them, as their commander I am often confronted with information I rather not know off. The war effort in the east is standing strong but there are words that the enemy is marching on Minas Arnor.
For as dire as the previous words are I have also gained knowledge that Rohan has been attacked by the now comfirmed traitor Saruman, A supposed wizard and one of the wisest beings in Middle-earth, lets hope the people of Rohan can counter the threat they are facing. I have yet to decide if I share this information with my dear Brynleigh. He who does not need to know about trouble, knows no trouble. Keeping it from her might be the wisest course of action. If she'd ever forgive me for withholding the truth from her is another question. Although I have never asked where from the mark she hails from, from what I hear most of it is burning in the fires of evil, so I suppose the news would come with the same weight even if I did know.
As for my newest met "friend" from Dol Amroth I carry words of caution as well. The noble Prince of the Swans has marched to the aid of Minas-Arnor, leaving his city undefended, this comes combined with the spotting of Corsairs near the coast of Mithland.
Lord Dwalin shares much with me, but if he knows anything about the Rangers he holds his tongue. The star once shining brightly in my beard has come to fade, cleaning or even polishing it doesn't seem to help. Although summer is coming, the Night still last long. I fear for my companions and for those I have come to see as friends.
For now I have to put down my pen, for as the horn of Núlm sounds again.
KHAZAD!-KHAZAD!
