Okay, first of all: I said I hate horn. I don't like its sound, and I find it is a bad music instrument. But horns are used for many other things as well, and according to my origin, the ridermark. How can a rider warn the others of his arrival, or the presence of the enemy, or maybe just a way to communicate or a sign to attack together? Now that I am in the Red Company, I decided not long ago to make my own horn.

It appears I do not have to cook much today. There are still much food after the feast of unveiling Anglachelm's portrait, and I have to get yet rid of some of it, somehow.

Diary, I have long neglected you. The seasons turn -- without Themodir. The apples fall -- without Themodir. We might have gone picking nuts together.

And I deem Norliriel suffers nearly as much as I do, and that is bottomless agony. Again I come to the problem of having some skill fixing the hröa but not the fëa, not over some ocean of grief this deep, while I too am shipwrecked in it.

So, here is a little story that happened to me recently. It was a fine, even pleasant evening. I has received a few letters from the Captain Larvud. He was asking me to accompany him and a few other recruits on the way to Brandywine River. Well, I couldn't lift my lazy butt off the bed! But finally I decided to move and check what's the matter. First I went to the Pony, it was in the afternoon. I checked the main room - empty. Then the hall - also empty. Everything is empty. Another sign for me to move on.

Diary,