war

Hello, old friend! I haven't written to you for some time, have I? How have you been? Sitting in my saddlebags, gathering dust, I see.

I know it's been far too long, and perhaps you'd like to hear what I've been up to. No, not yet. I have more pressing concerns. But you know how I can be; how I tend to ramble, covering ideas from here, there, and everywhere in between. Maybe you'll catch snatches as I go.

Battle raged about Seronaer, the screeches of orcs and the roars of trolls mixed with the battle cries of men and elves and the clatter of steel and wood. It was messy, the ashen ground was turned muddy with blood as the mountain before them spewed yet more foul ash into the air.

Nathion,

I hope fortune keeps favouring you these days, as it did in the past.

I recently acquired a shipment of interesting trinkets, which I believe would fetch a good price in the southern markets.

Sail to the ruins of Lond Daer, and I shall meet you there.

Regards,

Crow

Dear diary,

After the kinslaying in Menegroth, my family had joined me in Gondolin, but not for long. Nearly three years after that, Gondolin itself was besieged.

Together we marched, mile after endless mile
Through fields of death, and mountains of fire
Not once did it fade, our smile
As we pushed, ever higher

Together, we raised our fists to the sky
We screamed out our lungs, 'our cause shall never die'
Against all odds we did try
Who dares now our victory to deny?

Apart, we mourned for those we had lost
We cried, we grieved, we faded away