A small journal in Fiontann's possession during the Campaign

After all these days, fighting and spending our time in the cold, sleeping on the snow, feeling our bodies hurt  and cold the time has come to go back home... I went ahead to scout the lands and hunt, while the others were resting, most of them were injured. What I found upon my return I did not expect. It saddened and angered me greatly, and made me think too much of the future.

We found him at last, we passed through the Giant Halls  and made our way to the East, Fang found some traces of blood and we followed them, while sliding down the hills and hiding from an avalanche.

An Elf appeared, his name is Osilivren, I can't say he was pleased to meet us since apparently Faelyne said that she's coming to no one and he was angry at her. Fortunately after Taala, the Grey Warden and I talked and said how she helped us he accepted our claims and both came with us to search for Brammy.

We got up long before the sun came out and start preparing to search from Brammy, Rogue has returned from scouting but he found no tracks of him. After having some words with the company I sent him ahead to take a look at where the tracks the Grey Warden found would lead us.

Today we continued our way though the cold, the snow was falling heavily all around, so we proceeded, with a slower pace than usual. We descended a cliff in an interesting manner, rolling and sliding down, each one in his way, as the rope wasn't easy to be held. Luckily no one got injured.

The day before yesterday we joined the weekly meeting of the Elves in the Hall of Fire, I'm glad to say that we were accepted by them, reluctantly at first, but in the end we exchanged words with every Elf. I'm proud for the company, they behaved as they should in the presence of the Eldar and all went well, some danced, others played music, and the Elves seemed to enjoy it. Even the Grey Warden who is usually quiet became the point of attention when he played the lute, accompanied by Taala in the harp. With this and that the night passed fast.

Today we reached Imladris. I was lucky enough to stumble upon the Captain of the Warband of Imladris when I was scouting ahead and he escorted us into the Vale.

Once we entered the gates everything became safe again, the Elves permitted us to stay in a camp nearby and bathe in the waters sand buy anything needed for the campaign.

In two days we set forth on the main body of the campaign, the Misty Mountains await, our destination, and the most tricky part of the trip.

We are on our way to the Misty Mountains, at this moment we are resting at the Bruinen Gorges, the trip so far was pleasant and safe apart from one fight we had.

The road through Chetwood was relaxing and safe, the air was refreshing and the company as it should. We were all moody and ready for everything, that pleases me.