fierel

After leaving Bree urgently, on my way to Dol Amroth, I left many unattended problems. One of them was the kidnapping and imprisonment of innocent farmers and their children. As soon as I came back to Eriador, I looked for my companions and friends to make sure this, and other issues,  were taken care.

And so it begins. I can already feel a chill on my stomach, the air gets tense and hard to breathe. I've always heard the few very moment before a battle is always a mystical one that will stay in the memory of men for the rest of their lives. And it is indeed true. Even after so many battles fought, I still feel it... I still change...

The last couple of days were full of surprises. My head is a mess. I cannot bare so much knowledge. Too many people and names to remember...err... and I've been receiving so many letter. Calling for meetings, calling for help, inviting me for this and that. I am busy as I never was. I need some time of peace...

((These are a series of notes Ar-Iskandir keeps in his safe house, under lock. He is frequently updating the information))

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