If you think I've forgotton about you, journal, I have not. I've hardly had time to write, much less think overly much in recent days. The journey to Angmar has been concluded and I have started yet another journey. You know me, can't stay off the road for too long.
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Maybe I am not quite ready to talk about what happened in Angmar just yet. Thinking about it overly much puts my stomach in little knots.
I will write on this new journey.
We arrived in Bree from the north and Xan and Lif seem to have scarpered off for some other pressing business. Considerin' what happened in Angmar, I won't begrudge them the time to tend to themselves. But, of course, that left the rest of us to get up to some small amount of trouble. Eduwiges and I set out eastwards after she heard tell of a party of elves coming from Rivendell going missing. And, of course, Edu being Edu, threw herself headfirst into things without thinking. Our search led us to the Lonelands. We found what was left of the party. Most had been killed and at least one person was missing in the end. Half orcs come up from the south had gotten ahold of them.
And, once again, Edu being Edu, decided to handle the problem herself without so much as a "by your leave" or anything. She had already charged them before I could get in a word edgewise. But where she saw four half orcs there were actually nine. Oh, she managed to defeat them all, alright, but managed to get herself severely injured in the process. And she managed to recover some strange elven chest they were trying to make off with. We retreated back to the Forsaken Inn - the creepiest inn in the whole of the world in my opinion - and lucky for her and I that, of all people, Miss Cat was there with her friend, Cirvedui. Thank goodness Miss Cat is well versed in healing or Eduwiges might have been straddling the line between life and death. Again.
The elves she had spoken to before showed up to check on her after a few days. And, yet again, Edu being Edu, is the worst patient and refuses to rest when she's supposed to be resting. Always pushing her luck. But she cannot be anything other than how she is and we love her for it.
We did make it back to Bree in one piece with the mysterious chest that we could not get to open. We did consult with our friend, Cesistya, on what was to be done with it. Thanks to her expertise, we did manage to get it open. Inside was a helm, cloven in two, and a muddied and bloodied banner. Considering what the writing on the chest was and how we managed to get it open, Ces believed that the helm and banner might be relics of an elven king that was killed in one of the saddest battles of ages past.
And, considering that the elves who were ambushed in the Lone-lands were making for the Grey Havens, we decided to honor the original keeper of the chest and take the contents there to be put on a ship bound for a place that the likes of Eduwiges and I will never see.
So, here we are, taking a trip westwards. We set out from Bree-town and now we are just about through passing through the Shire. It's a nice leisurely pace and it is sort of nice to be taking things easy for a bit.
Sometimes, the world can seem like a place of doom and gloom where ever you turn. But simple things, good food, and good friends can bring the beauty you've forgotton about right back out again.
