orcs

It has been some time since I set quill to this old journal. Whether out of laziness or just not wanting to read my own thoughts, I can't tell. I have time now, laying in bed so here it goes. 

Each day I feel like I'm closer to leaving this world but each time something keeps me from falling and instead I lie injured for awhile.
I am tired of this pain but I have no choice but to continue, for the Free People.

After the last attack on the Angle we laid traps to prepare since if they have found us once then there is no mistake they will find us again and sadly we were right.

The road was long and his pace slow as he was passing around the mountains, between which the orcs had their camps and Fiontann walked around them quietly, he had left Hedinn in Trestlebridge and made his way on foot so that he would leave less tracks behind him. Now the way back seemed longer than it was when he traveled towards Kingstead. The river was cold but luckily for him he found some shallow spots to avoid being too long in it and as soon as he reached the other side he made a small camp to dry out before setting off again, even a small cold could mean death out there.

Dusk in Mirkwood, somewhere south of Ost Galadh

Blood, violence and death.

These are the topics I've all too often heard spoken between those gathered in the local Inn and tavern of Bree-town and the more I have listened the more I've learned what the nature of Men has turned to. It terrifies me.

Its been a few days now that I have set myself up north near the borders of my homeland.
After my adventure with Fiontann and my old friends I realized that there might be more in play that even I am aware of. As such was the case I went to inspect the northern border and was shocked to find out of the infestation of orc that had settled along the border in North Bree-land.