Rothrian

Another early day for Fiontann, long before the sun came up he rose from the bed and went outside to train with his swords and shield, then he went swimming at the lake and got ready for the day, as always but this time he was ready just when the first rays of light filled the sky pushing the night away.

Allot happened the last few weeks.
Where to start this time. 
I suppose I should start with telling myself to get some proper rest for once. Remember this Atharan, if you ever read this for council. You need to listen to people and get some sleep. 

It has been a while since I last wrote about my business of late but I believe its time to collect my thoughts once more.

First off there is the matter of Fiontann and Rothrian, suddenly they have returned to Breeland and with them they brought a heap of trouble.
On the day I got to see them again I got lured into a trap, almost died of smoke inhalation, got trapped in a cave, had a unpleasant encounter with the orcs of Cirith Nûr and that within the span of what may have been an hour or two at most.

It has been very long since I last wrote down what has happened. Ever since an old expedition within Annuminas.
I suppose this would be a good moment to write again, as days grow darker. 
I am in Bree-land, at my camp in Ost Barandor. I've been in back in Bree for about two weeks now. Before that I was wandering along the road between Bree-land and the Trollshaws.
I miss the greatness of traveling, but I am stranded in Bree once more. Halbarad wants me to keep an eye on the Blackwold, apparently they have been increasing in activities once more.

Rivendell... We've never been here for so long, [Rothrian]] and I, away from everything. We decided to remain in peace for a little while, seeing that things changed since the last time we were around. The Black Steel is on hold for the moment, as we are enjoying our quiet time together here in the Elven land. We are planning to travel further in the South if things are well.