Entery one, dated 30th of July, The Third Age of Middle Earth I offten look apon my body after I wash and I look at the scars I have earnt in Battle. All I have done, all my years of Warfare, and I cannot see myself stettling down with Lessel and Bellewing. I picture it, as if it was painted to me by another, and I cannot stop myself from woundering, what if this was attacked? Where could I put a wall? Where are my Battle-Brothers? *The writting here seems to have been written much later, maybe a day or more later*
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Isilorbor Ventris Diary Defenders of The Free Peoples Of Peace
