As the great eagles fly and the Ents linger deep in their forest, the wild wargs howl. The world stays as it is. Goblins are roaming the lands since as long as I remember. I’m staying in a camp deep in the forest with an elf-hunter, Erandriel, whom I met on my travels, he spoke to me privately about a secret gathering which is to take place at the top of Amon Sul. I linger on in doubt about their intentions, as I met their armourer Drakknaek, a dwarf, a master of his craft, but I have not yet determined who they are. I decided that I will partake in the gathering to find out more about them.
We separated later that day and I have been traveling horseback onwards to Evendim, where I’m to meet a particular person of interest. I rode alongside the old ruins in the lone lands, avoiding evil eyes. As I pass through a small passage between the ruins and the rocks, I hear rustling of leaves. I halt my current horse, Barley and sharpen my ears. It must have been the wind, as I saw no fox or rabbit passing through. I engage the reins and Barley continues to walk forward. Out of nowhere 3 figures jump out of the shadows, the bushes and from behind the ruin’s stones. I’m pulled off of my horse and slammed to the ground. It was a goblin ambush. My head hits the floor, but there is no time to give in to the pain, because one of the figures jumped on me and his rusty curved blade went for my chest. I dodged his thrust by rolling my torso sideways. I grabbed the dagger in my boot and jammed it into the goblin’s thigh. He fell to the floor as his nerves must have been pierced and he was no longer able to stand. I finally was able to take my great-sword from my back and fend off another strike by the second goblin. I parry his forward slashing attack and chop off his head in a single movement. The third one was more hesitant and didn’t charge at me straight away. He was a bit bigger than the other two and had only one working eye left. He stared at me viciously, as he growled to me words in the black speech. My knowledge of the black speech was insufficient to understand the fell creature’s words, but amidst his words I could recognize “Ulbvarg Bolvag” which means blue-ridge curse, I noticed he stared at Eluindir’s crown, which I wear as a token to remember my pledge of honour to my ancestors. The goblin growled: “Tark mat du, ghâ”. (Man die now). The goblin screeched a agonizing sound, as he took on a more offensive stance. I lift up my sword and I speak to the creature; ‘You have come for Eluindir’s bane. You wish to end my bloodline and for that I will banish you, filth of Morgoth.’ The goblin’s first strike came fast, I blocked it nonetheless. His movements seem reckless, but dangerous. He struck a second time, but from a different angle, again I blocked his attack. His third strike was a piercing attack, aimed for my heart, I dodged his attack and with a swift move I chopped off the goblin’s arm. His blade fell to the floor. I grabbed the goblins neck tight and I asked him, ‘Who sent you, servant of Morgoth.’ The goblin mumbled something I could not understand, my grip on the creature’s throat must be too tight. I loosened my grip and the creature spoke in the common tongue. ‘The dark orc, Ugrath. The spawn of Uthragh, who was slain by the wearer of that crown. He wants revenge for his father’s death. You and all your friends will die. He will come for you; he will slay you and your friends and everyone you loved. You must die. Man-filth’. The orc laughed loudly. With a quick slash of my blade I ended his miserable live. With the knowledge the killer of my father is still alive. Eluindir’s bane will bring me to him. I need only to follow the trail, the miserable orc spawns he sends my way will leave behind.
