I tried, Father, I really tried! But I have failed. The path to Gondor has become far more perilous than even it was when I first came here a few weeks ago. Or was it longer? I have lost track of the days.
I attempted to return to Minas Tirith to tell my father what I have learned of Angmar, that the threat is real, that the rumors that the Witch King have risen again seem to be true. But I was too weak. Hodhon and I passed many miles together, fighting or dodging perils of every description, and at the end simply running for our lives down the road, hoping for respite or rescue, but none were to be found. We made it as far as Rohan, I think, and I had great hope of beseeching the Rohirrim for aid, but to no avail; we simply could not reach Edoras. Eventually, defeated in battle but somehow still alive, I crept with Hodhon back to the North and relative safety.
It would seem that I need hardy companions in order to be able to successfully complete my journey. I shall have to try to recruit some. In the meanwhile, I will do what I can to foil Angmar's ambitions.
