I am thankful to be home, safe. Apparently I was missing for near two months. I know not how I survived for so long without my family, without comfort, without hardly any food or water. I am just so glad Baingol found me, along with friends.
These people put their lives on the line, for me. The Olog-hai are very dangerous... anyone could have perished. People still had hope I was alive. I held onto hope that I would be found. I was not going to waste away and die, not when my family needed me.
My ordeal... I do not wish to recall it right now, for I feel joy within my heart. All I will say, is that Eirienn, Nemben and I were ambushed by Yrch whilst on the way to Imladris. My son sleeps next to me on the bed. I cannot help but smile when I look at him. Just looking upon my boy makes it all seem a distant memory, all what I went through. He is the light in my life, along with my husband. Both of them shine brightly. They could easily be two stars of Elbereth, glittering in the night sky.
My husband has been ever attentative, like when I was with child. I still feel quite weak, and cannot walk for too long. But.. I feel a burden, I feel as if something is consuming me. I am happy to be safe with my family again, but I feel odd. I have a scratch on my shoulder, I believe it was made when I attempted fighting off the Yrch. I believe it to have been made by a dagger. Yrch are known to poison their weapons, that I know from my training. If so, then care needs to be taken. I will need an antedote, and will need it quickly.
When the healer visits me next, I shall ask them about it.
