Journey

How long has it been? How long was this dark of night filled with violence, with fire and ash and stone, stone, stone? How many times have I tried to sleep watching a granite ceiling, knowing that there is no starlit sky to be seen for miles on end. How many times have I steeled myself, feeling the weight of the ancient stones pressing down as I walk the dark corridors with yet another evil foe waiting around yet another corner?

As I write this, the team is taking a rest within the cave. Someplace forgotten, an old ruin built at the inner of a tall rock. The reasons I shall explain further, should time and safety allow me. Not that I consider anywhere in the Lone-lands safe, a mere form of speech.

My heart lept as I learned that there are forces of good at work in Mirkwood. I know I was expected for the Hûd i Eledhrim but I could linger in Imladris no longer - the road called for me! 

After aiding the proprietor of the Forsaken Inn tracking down a shipment that had been overrun by goblins, the last days have been quite uneventful - but still beautiful and somber in their own right. I made my way through the Lone-lands and into the Trollshaws without too much excitement. Walking along the Trollshaws road with it's eternal fall-trees on both sides, yellow leaves swirling past me, my mind begun to wander. The memory once more arose. 

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My journey has started, with a quite unexpected first few days. 

[OOC: This note is posted at the Sworn Wanderers kinhouse] 

To my fellow wanderers, sworn by oath.

Nae saian luume'.