We will move on at first light. I have no more time to give to Esteldin and its Wardens at present. We make for the Tinnunudir lake, set west beyond the burial mounds of the Wardens. Godric must make the best of it that he can. He will protest, but it is better to leave now than before he falls into futher folly with that girl. For me, a pleasure to see its cold waters again.

I have never owned a diary before, however on discovering this virtually empty book of one of my less fortunate companions and with no word of my absence back home, if my fate is to be a dark one at least my loved ones will have some kind of idea what has become of me.

I cannot settle. There is something this evening, something ... It began after noon, as I walked along the lake shore, between the waters and the hills to the east. The birds began to fall silent. The air both heavy, as if resisting movement, yet chill. A sense of waiting ... of watching almost. Yes.. of watching. Though all is quiet I feel eyes upon me.