Journey

Dearest Family,

It has been one week since my last letter, and my heart feels the urge to contact you again.

I have been kept quite safe and well within Fangorn Forest. The trees here do not allow foul things into these woods, though they themselves can be rather grumpy. I wish I could understand why. They spoke of the great woods of the First Age, which you, Mother, spoke of often, and how they have since dwindled. The cause seems clear, yet, I know but do not understand. I do, however, feel their sadness.

Dearest Family,

Fangorn has offered me solace on this, only the 2nd night of my Journey. I had anticipated sleeping in the wilderland between the sweet Nimrodel and the distant Limlight, however, my fears would not allow my feet to tarry, and I hurried on through the moonlit night into the Forest. I write to you in a high branch of a lovely oak, who has kindly allowed me respite for the night. Never have I been so frightened. My heart still pounds in my chest from my flight.

Men!

(Hastily written entry, some parts are unreadable as blood and rainfall blurred the letters.)

Goblins, these parts of the mountains are crawling with them. There are wounded, there is hardly time to recover. The white snow has our blood on it. Blo** for blood. We r***ed the Andui*, *** ** **** . The mountain cross was not easy, but we made it through alive. How can I keep her safe !? If I had known she was preg****, I wo*** **ve stayed in Bree!

OOC note: This adventure will serve as a log for the duration of the time we are on the road. It will likely remain unfinished until the event is complete and we are back home in Bree. I plan to update it after every night of RP. Please also note that this is strictly for OOC reference, and this does not exist ICly. Its main purpose is to serve as a catchup guide for anyone who may have missed a day previously, or to simply review what happened the night before.

Day 1; 28/3/14:

Standing in the boat departing from the Mirk-eaves, embracing the vision of Loriéns glorious trees bathing in the golden light of the morning sun, I was unsure if I was leaving a home or setting out to find a new one. 

I have not written for many weeks. It is not that time has been uneventful - quite the contrary. Even now I must haste scribbling this down. But there is a thing I must remember.