Well. I have never been a leader, nor the most courageous, I am rather of lonely style but I had to fight for my comrades and my land. Gondor is my land. It is by being part of small platoons along the western border that many orcs fell under the wire of our swords. We were fighting mainly when we had the advantage, laying ambushes, and it was successful. The other part of the mission was to patrol along the border trails, reporting what was happening. This is where I served for a few good years. I learned to fight, to lose, to survive ...
I could have gone on like this for a while, after all, I wouldn't go back to the fields. And it was during one of those days off, while I was sipping a pint of 10 pieces of copper mead in a Dol Amroth tavern, that I understood I may do better. After all I'm still agile for my slightly advanced age, I have a good blade, I know how to fight, suddenly I was full of hope and ambition. Or maybe it was the mead.
Anyway, that's when I came across a note from the fifth battalion of the Gondorian army. I was almost a soldier already and it might be my last chance to participate in a real adventure. I decided to leave for Evendim, where a meeting of this battalion will soon be held. It's a long journey and we'll see what happens once I've gone sober again.
