Lusseriel was sitting near the fire in Haldirith. She was again enjoying the calm of the night though this time, she was more worried.
It’s with a nervous gesture that she picked up her journal from her backpack.
“Today was somewhat worrisome.
To start with Ilthirian had apparently gone to help the galadhrim on some errant. Ardirien and Andrahir had both been scouting around the camp but they told us that they found no trace of the fellowship.
In the course of our conversation, it appeared that Andrahir is 65 years old, and I may or may not have teased Andrahir about his age. He’s practically a child next to me after all…
Yes, I definitively teased him, but to my defense, it was just too good to pass.
But as the sun rose, we decided to go and scout the riverbank for traces of the fellowship together.
We followed the river and found that there were many orcs around. We found traces of passage, perhaps of the Fellowship, perhaps not.
And what worries me is that: we found the body of an elven scout, who fell to the arrow of an orc.
The orcs are getting closer to Lothlorien, and bolder about it too.
Fimloth asked us to go out and kill some of the orcs that plague the area. And so we did. Andrahir guided us to a camp he noticed while he was scouting earlier.
The camp wasn’t all that well defended, and we managed to thin the number of orcs there without anyone taking grave injuries.
When we came back to the camp, Fimloth told us she tried to chat with Nona, but that the woman was slow to trust and to befriend.
Yes, because the elves of the Golden Wood are known worldwide for their friendliness and open behavior. It’s common knowledge that anyone who wants it can just enter the Golden Wood and visit Caras Galadhon without any issue…
That’s a case of the pot calling the cauldron black there.
According to Nona, we’ll have to go toward the Rohirrim settlements in order to perhaps find clues of the vision, or find traces of the Fellowship.
From the moment we entered Thinglad it was a given we’d end up back in human territory, But it’ll be interesting… More so with the bear…
Because, yes, apparently, Ardirien’s keeping the bear cub. That’ll be no end of trouble, between feeding it and protecting it from whatever men we cross path with, but it’s not my decision to make so… It’ll be interesting I guess.
Andrahir agrees that the bear will make things more difficult, but we were somehow outvoted.
That and the bear is cute.
We decided to follow Rolegard’s idea to rest in the camp, hopefully, Ilthirian would join us again before we have to leave.”
Lusseriel closed her notebook and looked around the camp. There was none of the light-hearted amusement of the previous evening, each person was at their place and either resting or guarding the camp.
Obviously the death of their scout had hit everyone hard and tonight was a night of tense silence. Lusseriel hesitated but decided to stay right where she was and to try and get some rest.
