Enedwaith

After Andswaru have given to Vaarion what he made for her at Rivendel he laid back a bit. His hand rubs over his leg. While Vaarion was collecting more firewood he tended the combat wound.

“You really hinder me in my journey stupid leg, you will delay everything” Andswaru sighted while looking at his leg.

On that moment he heard a crack and Andswaru looked around.

Speaking with a loud voice he said: “Who go’s ! Who dares to set foot on this hill!”

The land south of the river is not called Eregion any more, but Enedwaith. So far there has been little difference in the looks of the place, though. We keep to the wilderness, avoiding camps and settlements. Though the wilderling people who live here are not likely to have the same grudge with us as the people further south in Dunland have, it pays to be cautious.
So there is not much to tell. I still train the sword, mornings and evenings if I am not too tired. It took a few days for us to recover from the strains of the hunt, and our wounds old and new, so we travel slowly.

"I shall not take orders from a... human!" The Orc spat.
"And what should you do with a prisoner here, with Dwarves and Elves sneaking around, and an invasion to run?" The leader of the Dunlendings smiled coldly. "We shall deliver her to our lord. Those are the Old Man's orders, you know. All prisoners to be delivered to him for questioning."