Arostir's Battered Old Journal

Our venture into the Lone Lands has been eventful for sure.

We arrived at an inn of sorts in the Lone Lands just off the main road at evening. The Forsaken Inn it was named... Perhaps because the innkeeper had outright forsaken the building as it was in disrepair and half the roof had collapsed at one point, the windows were smashed and the place just looked in a poor state indeed.

Of all the lands I have traveled across Eriador, from the fields of Bree to the highest reaches of the Misty Mountains, from the peaceful and quiet land of the Shire to the desolate wastes of Forochel, none have I find myself revisiting more often than the lands around  Nenuial... Evendim in the Common Tongue. The lost city of Annúminas can be found there, and though I have dared to venture into that place and gaze upon the ancient city of my ancestors in more peaceful days, my heart is sorrowful that it is not so simple now...