The Black Steel

The night had spread over Bree and the town went silent, it was only the guards that moved about with their lanterns and the lamps here and there spread light on the streets. The windows of the houses were bright and the fireplaces were burning as the townsfolk were trying to stay warm during these last cold days oft he passing winter. As always the Prancing Pony was full people and it was the only place in town that was louder than the nocturnal insects and the occasional owl in the forest.

Nothing could change the white scenery and especially not in a night. The group made a small, fireless at first, camp on the highest spot they found and stopped there to rest, while waiting for the army to pass out of sight which soon happened. Once they relaxed, not too soon after the whole affair, they set down to eat something and get some sleep. The night passed uneventfully and the morning came with no fire and it was even colder than the day before.

The Misty Mountains ahead, Rivendell behind. The group walked up the path leaving the Elven settlement behind them with mixed and confused feelings. Even someone who isn't fond of Elves and their ways can be captivated by Imladris and that is what happened. That strange bliss  that fills one's heart there started to diminish once they all fully realised that they are leaving and entering the den of the wolves, but it's not the danger, it's the absence of that warmth that comes in RIvendell, the absence of...

At dawn they set off from The Thirsty Boar and towards the East, the time to ride to the Misty Mountains has come after finding the letter in Ovehill. The three Dwarves set off long before and were waiting in Ost Guruth, now Fiontann was leading the rest to Lone-Lands, then through the Trollshaws and Rivendell with Misty Mountains as the destination.

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.

Dear Eckardt,

Morning entry