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    Into Sarnur

    Highday, 26th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    On the Road to Ered Luin

    The Sun rose, shining its golden rays through the haze and murk of the Rushock Bog to see four sleepy companions huddled around a campfire on the outskirts of Needlehole in the Shire. The companions themselves rose too, but much later than the Sun did.

    "Whose bright idea was it to sample every ale, mead, cider, wine, lager, porter, and stout offered by all the taverns in the Shire?" I asked as I cracked open one bleary eyeball. "Drodie, would you be so kind as to stop ramming your shield into my forehead?" There was a groan from somewhere nearby, but no one answered me.

    "It seems the only thing more stout than our Dwarf is stout itself," came Lagodir's voice. Normally I would have been inclined to laugh at this jest, but I restrained myself due to fear of what laughing was likely to do for my headache. It was a wise decision: I heard Lagodir give a soft chuckle at his own joke, but then he quickly moaned and fell silent.

    "We should not tarry here any longer than needed," said Gaelira as she strode up to the rest of us. "It is still another two days' march before we cross the River Lune, and... More

    by Padhric on 2017-10-10 10:05:27

    Leagues and Lagers

    Mersday, 25th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    High-King's Crossing, Parth Aduial, Evendim

    The Sun rose this morning, but the only reason one would know it was because it became slightly less dark. Storm clouds had arisen during the night and began pelting us with cold droplets which made for a rather uncomfortable awakening. We, for the most part, didn't really care about this since we were much more interested in Lagodir's condition. Ever since he had dared to strike down that terrible wraith in the ruins of Annuminas he had been in an awful state, but after some more adventures we had procured enough medicine to revive him.

    The Gondorian was faring exceptionally better today and probably would have been feeling even more himself had it not been for the cold and wet weather -- what luck Fortune had bestowed yesterday in dealing with the unsavory merchant Enro Smuin and his demands seemed to have been spent as the climate itself turned against us. Still, the Company was not much bothered by this as Lagodir was clearly improving, and that was something for which to be grateful: saving his life had been a rather close shave, as the saying goes.

    So began the... More

    by Padhric on 2017-10-04 12:58:47

    Striking a Bargain

    Hevensday, 24th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    Ost Forod, Parth Aduial, Evendim

    Calenglad's recommendation was the only real option available to us, so we lost no time. Despite the fact that night had only recently descended upon Tinnudir we immediately took our leave and began the journey to Ost Forod. There, according to the Ranger-captain's description, we should find the merchant called Enro Smuin from whom we could hopefully obtain some athelas and cure our ailing companion. Calenglad graciously lent us a horse, so we helped Lagodir onto it and set out at once.

    The going was slow, for we did not wish to disturb Lagodir any more than necessary and it was dull work in the dark under a faint moon in any case. The Gondorian's chills seemed to be getting worse and he would occasionally mutter in his dreaming, but none of us could catch the words. At one point Nephyn suggested I sing a song to lighten all of our hearts and I did so, but I did not want to sing too loudly for fear of attracting preying beasts or prowling tomb-robbers in those parts, so I'm not sure it did much good.

    Once we reached the crossroads of the standing king we took the northern... More

    by Padhric on 2017-09-26 11:04:23

    The Siege of Annuminas

    Trewsday, 23rd of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    The Island of Tinnudir, Evendim

    I cannot sleep for worry. Have all our adventures -- our challenges and our triumphs -- all come down to this utter failure? I will never forgive myself if our good friend dies as a result of my own carelessness!

    Anyone reading this would have no idea what I'm talking about, I suppose. So much happened today that I'm still not sure if it was only one day, for it feels like a week has passed since the day dawned, red and fierce, in the East this morning. Let me go back and try to tell this woeful tale in its proper order.

    I awoke shivering from the chill breeze blowing in off of Lake Evendim. I tried pulling my blankets tighter around me, but soon became aware that there was much movement and bustle going on nearby, so trying to find sleep again was useless. I got up and squinted to see what all the to-do was over, but it was not easy because the dawn was still some hours off.

    After a short time I managed to locate my companions by the half-light of a few campfires and was informed that the Rangers were preparing to move a sizable number of Men by boat down into Annuminas.... More

    by Padhric on 2017-09-22 11:35:40

    Return to Evendim

    Sterday, 14th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    Thorenhad, Bruinen Gorges, the Trollshaws

    We were awoken in the early hours by a drenching downpour and had to seek what shelter we could under a rocky outcropping among the boulders of the High Moor. This did little good thanks to the great wind which drove the rain right into us so that, although the tempest eventually passed to the southwest, we were all soaked and miserable. Worse still, the Sun never came out to warm our stiff bodies but stayed hidden behind those beastly clouds which had descended on us yesterday morning. I hope I do not develop a cold from all of this maltreatment.

    We crossed the Bruinen river around noon then tried to make up for the time we had lost from cowering under a rock all morning. My cold legs seemed to drag like lead, but we managed to reach the Elf-camp of Thorenhad just after sunset. The evening was chilly and cheerless as the place was uninhabited and a biting north-wind refused to let us sleep. There is no sign of Elladan or Elrohir.

    Sunday, 15th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    Barachen's Camp, Somewhere in the Trollshaws

    The sneezing woke me today: my own sneezing.... More

    by Padhric on 2017-09-20 11:51:08

    The Gondorian's Tale

    Mersday, 12th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    The Last Homely House, Rivendell

    It has been three days now since we returned triumphant from the bitter heights of the Misty Mountains. Our welcome was quite an event, let me tell you, for our Company played a significant part in the thwarting of the goblins' attack on the Valley of the Elves as well as the rescue of two long-lost members of Elrond's household. I've since discovered it is now the evening of the third day (one tends to lose track of time when reposing here), and I am sad to report that we will be setting out in the morning -- leaving Rivendell again and, this time, perhaps never to return.

    The past three days were mostly spent resting, eating, drinking, singing, and (when I could not avoid it in favor of more pleasant things) preparing for the next phase of our journey. From the others I got the vague notion we were to head back west, but I must admit I wasn't paying too much attention to all their talk of marching, camping, and questing. If someone had told me then and there that I could never leave that house again for the rest of my life I probably would have danced for joy.

    Instead of... More

    by Padhric on 2017-09-20 03:32:43

    Return to Rivendell

    Monday, 9th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    The Last Homely House, Rivendell

    No matter how many times I wake up in this valley I can never quite believe all of the things I see when I am here. Each passing day seems to bring more wonder than the one before it rather than the familiarity you would expect. Interestingly, the same might be said of relationships, whether among Elf or Dwarf, Man or Hobbit. Curious things happen to people in Rivendell.
    Today had been uneventful and I very nearly did not make an entry into this journal. Well, "uneventful" is a relative term, especially in this place. I only mean there were none of the travels, trials, battles, quarrels, or other tiresome things which might make an otherwise "uneventful" day "eventful," but that doesn't mean significant things did not occur. Allow me to record one such here for you.
    I rose very late in the morning. Perhaps I was still recovering from our time in (and under) the mountains. Or perhaps it was the sumptuous feast to which we were treated last night. Or perhaps it was the excellent feather-bed in which I was laid. Most likely it was all of these. In any case, the daylight was... More

    by Padhric on 2017-09-11 06:07:19

    A Timely Rescue

    Sunday, 8th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning

    Thorgest's Haven - Hrimbarg, Somewhere in the Misty Mountains

    Today was fairly uneventful. The snow kicked up again something fierce in the early morning, so we were forced to hunker down and spend another day among Thorgest and his Dwarves. Normally I would object in the strongest terms to such arrangements -- Dwarves tend to be a rather malodorous lot -- but with everything we've been through since Afteryule I suppose I'm becoming a bit less respectable than I once was. Whether or no, that doesn't mean I still don't find Dwarven table-manners to be nothing short of appalling.

    Since there was little else to do while the storm raged outside, we rested. It was time well-spent, I can tell you, for all of us needed the reprieve: I slept right through to the afternoon and felt much better for it. The weather did finally subside later in the day, so our Company decided to make ourselves useful and see what we could do to repay our hosts for their kindness.

    To this end, we hunted down and destroyed a good number of the wolves and worms which plagued the mountainside in that area. The wolves were not the malevolent... More

    by Padhric on 2017-09-04 01:10:12

    Turning Aside

    Sterday, 7th of Solmath, Year 1418, Shire-reckoning

    Hrimbarg, Somewhere in the Misty Mountains

    Time wore on. We all became immensely bored, but Gaelira was leaning forward into the dark tunnel as if straining to hear. After a while, she crept over to us.

    "I think I begin to understand what is happening," she said in the faintest of whispers. The ruckus from the goblins further up the tunnel threatened to completely drown out her voice. "The goblin-king speaks of how his people ambushed a company of stunted folk as they were trespassing through his realm. That can only refer to the unfortunate Dwarves we encountered within these halls. But then he talks of how an alliance of Elf-filth, Dwarf-scum, Man-flesh, and even Shire-rats have invaded their kingdom -- mighty warriors who slew many of their people -- in an attempt to rescue the Dwarves."Time wore on. We all became immensely bored, but Gaelira was leaning forward into the dark tunnel as if straining to hear. After a while, she crept over to us.

    "Such language!" I huffed. "So they believe we are here to save those Dwarves? How could anyone have possibly heard about their unhappy fate so quickly and so... More

    by Padhric on 2017-08-28 12:08:27

    Down, Down to Goblin-town


    Highday, 6th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning

    The Tunnels of Goblin-town, Somewhere in the Misty Mountains

    I do not know how much writing I will be able to do this evening -- or morning, or whatever it is just now -- on account of the fact that I can barely see well enough to write anything. The day and date I've recorded at the top of this page are only my best guesses, for I've quite lost track of the hours in this damnable hole. But before I go any further, let me backtrack to when we first entered here. You will recall that, at the end of my last entry, our Company was taking some much-needed rest inside of a small cave high up in the Misty Mountains when there came a terrific noise from somewhere which took us all by surprise.

    There was a screeching and a clattering of arms as a dozen goblins rushed into the cave! No sooner had I shouted the alarm than Nephyn had dropped her bow, drawn the Sword of Ringdor, spun around, and beheaded two of our attackers. Lagodir and Drodie were instantly on their feet with swords flying and Gaelira's staff was a whirlwind. Even I took a hand as I was able with my small hammer. But the press of goblins... More

    by Padhric on 2017-08-21 06:59:59

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