I had persuaded my friends to come with me to King Turgon's City of Vinyamar, they accepted with glee and after we had lie the stones down to commemorate our fallen friends, we had departed. We walked through the woods, hearing the robins chirp and the water flow, but it was not those that had filled us with hope nor dread. It was indeed a band of Orcs, they were in quick haste, but not quick enough to escape the wraith of us three. We took up our blades and shields, charging at the Orcs, my blade struck true and it plunged into the vile creature's chest. My friends dealt with the two others, but it still surprised us to see that they were so few in number, though I suppose they night be fleeing from something more surprising.
We passed over into Nevrest, and entered it's wicked marshes, little did we know that by crossing these perilous marshes did we go the right way to the city. We had camped in the marshes as we were quickly worn out, I set up the tents and quickly drifted to sleep as my good hearted friends watched over us, taking turns to get their well-deserved sleep. After we rose and packed up our tents and such, covering the fire, we had continued our way to Vinyamar, but it was within several hours did we come upon it, and we were welcomed with open arms.
I fear that, my hands go wary, and seek respite after todays lengthy travels, for I shall write another day.
