This diary is dated several days earlier.
I’ve sat on this bed, in this room, for three days now. After having been chased through the Lone-lands by all sorts of fell creatures, I was attacked by a Warg. In the Trollshaws! These are dark times indeed if such beasts would come hither to the lands so close to Imladris.
My beast, an elk of the Mirkwood, managed to get me to the Valley so I could be cared for, and that is where I am now. Sitting, healing. I have spoken at length with Lord Elrond about the awakening of Angmar in the north, but he refuses to let me return to assist Cedmon until I am fully healed - which I am sure will not be much longer.
Cedmon, the stubborn fool. I have no doubt that he will rush into danger without me, although I can only pray to the Valar that he heeded my warning and waits for my reply from Imladris before continuing. Knowing him, it is a false hope, but one I hold to nonetheless.
I will let my thoughts of the Elf linger further on him if for a brief moment, a record of my gratitude to him. We have had each others’ backs several times as we traveled through the North-Downs, but ne’er has he saved me like he did the night he gave me the leaf pendant. Many clasps and jewelry of Eryn Galen have a leaf motif, and this one is no different. He told me that his mother gave it to him when he left, but he said he thought I needed it more. That I was mountains and valleys away from home. He was right, even if I was reluctant to take it. Now, I suppose, I shall not take it off. Here is to praying he does not get himself killed.
Ah, fool am I to let my thoughts stray like that. I should not be worried about things such as memoirs and keepsakes when I have to strengthen myself to return. I shall leave soon, regardless of what Lord Elrond may say. There are greater things at play here than myself.
