The Green Company

     Tonight I took with me a small company to repay our enemies for their actions against us. Rayah, Daeriir and myself ambushed many of their patrols on the city streets, and were even able to retake much ground with the aid of our kinsmen.

     My company and I have been stationed at the former capital of Arnor for now, which seems to find itself in quite a sorry state since last I laid eyes upon it. I have gotten word of the activities that have taken place here from others of my kin, although I had refused to believe that the ill news was entirely true.

                As I now travel back home on the northern road, I think to myself concerning what I have seen and learned in the past few days. Upon my arrival, I was fascinated by these elven ruins I see scattered throughout the land, and I wish that someday I may return to examine them more thoroughly, as they may hold many secrets.

                It was not yet dark, perhaps only mid day by its look. I chose to continue through this valley, which seems to be lightly freckled with trees and other foliage. The land is remarkably well preserved, the grass keeps a healthy green coloring, and through the trees I could see speckles of brown, orange and red. I wonder if the presence of the Eldar still influenced the land, as it maintained its beauty, even in disarray.

          I awoke to the soft sound of rain pattering on my cloth tent. As I arose, the early morning sun was just creeping over the horizon, and I felt reassured about my current task. It has been 5 months since my last entry in my journal, concerning Forochel, and now again I set off to ensure the stability of the land.

     My eyes opened, and I was confused, I could not remember what had happened at all the last night. I sat up and looked around. What I saw was not pleasant, to say the least.It was dark, I was beneath a snow-covered tent, and all around I saw Angmarim soldiers. My weapons were gone, as was my face mask, leaving only my cloth mouth cover on my face.

     I left the dwarf stronghold a few days later, they sent me off with well preserved traveling food, and fresh blankets. The day was much warmer than the day I arrived, and I was able to make progress working my way back east to see the other half of the land. I moved past many familiar land marks, and by the afternoon I had successfully re-traced my steps.     As I continued onward, a thick fog rolled in, and soon I could barely see ten feet in front of me.