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Sunday, 30th of Afterlithe, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
I awoke to Nephyn's gentle prodding and found the sky was still dark. I rolled over, yawned, stretched, and tried to rub the sleep from my eyes.
by Padhric on 2018-05-30 09:47:56
Sterday, 29th of Afterlithe, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
Our Company had made camp well outside of bowshot from the walls of the Algraig settlement of Lhanuch in the midst of the Enedwaith -- in fact, we had pitched our tents in a small copse of trees off the eastern side of the Great North Road, so it was a good ten-minute walk to its gate. Having agreed to not bed down among the suspicious natives, we decided it was best to keep a respectful distance. I, for one, was perfectly happy with the arrangements given the welcome we had so far received in that land.
It was after midnight. Dark clouds had suddenly rose up from the West and thunder rumbled ominously in the hills, but it sounded to still be some ways off. I had been tossing and turning in my blankets for hours, unable to sleep: the wind had risen again and howled in the rocky crevices of the plains while the tree-branches above us creaked and groaned as they were tossed about.
Finally, I could stand the din no longer. As I rose and began to walk about, I saw Lagodir was asleep (ever since the destruction of Guloth in... More
by Padhric on 2018-05-23 09:13:38
Sunday, 23rd of Afterlithe, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
The howling wind woke us all quite early as branches creaked and cracked in the gale. A fierce wind was blowing down from the North, driving all the clouds in the overcast sky before them with the threat of rain. As I collected my belongings (or tried to, as several of them kept getting blown away), I hoped the day would not be a wet one.
by Padhric on 2018-05-16 05:55:18
Sterday, 8th of Afterlithe, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
The next morning began overcast and dreary, which was a perfect mirror of my own feelings at having to leave Rivendell yet again. We gathered in the courtyard of Elrond's House to bid him and many of his household farewell (Mr. Baggins was there too; he made me promise to bring back a sketch of something called a gwirod, but I was never able to gather from his rambling exactly what one is), then we hoisted our packs and the journey began. There was no fanfare or pomp during our departure -- to me, it felt as if we were off to the butcher's to grab a side of beef and we were expected home before lunch.
by Padhric on 2018-05-10 09:54:24
Mersday, 6th of Afterlithe, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
Yesterday marked a fortnight since Lagodir was cured by Elrond here in Rivendell. The time since was mostly filled with patient anticipation as we waited for our friend to regain consciousness, although much else was done in the interim as well. Most of it would likely bore you though, Dear Reader, so I will only attempt the briefest summation of those days.
by Padhric on 2018-05-06 11:46:21
Monday, 7th of Forelithe, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
After only an hour's rest or so and a light meal, it was time to move on. Gaelira held the gondath we had finally recovered from the depths of Durin's Treasury safely among her gear, and so we moved to extricate ourselves from the Mines of Moria as quickly as possible. I was only too happy to do this, but Nephyn and Lagodir seemed eager to settle their bet while Drodie wished to see more of his ancestors' home. Gaelira and I prevailed with good sense, though: the wager was postponed to a more opportune time and Drodie was persuaded to be content with the considerable amount of Moria he had seen during our brief time within it.
by Padhric on 2018-05-02 10:53:54
Sunday, 6th of Forelithe, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
When I awoke there was a terrible chittering sound in what felt like my very ears. A vision of the enormous Moria-insects we had encountered before flashed before my eyes in the pitch black, causing me to bolt upright and fumble for my dagger, but a moment later I felt Gaelira's hand laid gently upon my shoulder.
by Padhric on 2018-04-23 10:57:28
Sterday, 5th of Forelithe, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
It was Gaelira, once again who roused us in the darkness. She had kept watch and tended our little camp-fire for roughly four hours while the rest of us rested, and now she urged us to make haste. What had given her cause to rush us so she would not say, but her voice sounded worrisome to me. During our hurried breakfast, she recounted what we had learned from the day before and also laid out what we hoped to accomplish today.
by Padhric on 2018-04-16 05:47:23
Highday, 4th of Forelithe, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
Gaelira roused us all in the dark. It was impossible to tell what time it was, but the she-Elf seemed to think we had rested for roughly five hours, or perhaps a bit longer. Waking into pitch darkness is quite disorienting, I can tell you, but once I could see Drodie's nose light up as he fed his lantern my head stopped going giddy on me. We breakfasted, but it turned out none of us were really hungry, so it wasn't much more than a cold bite standing.
by Padhric on 2018-04-09 10:44:27
Mersday, 3rd of Forelithe, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
I awoke to find myself being gently nudged. Rolling over, there was Nephyn's smiling face peering at me in the grey light of foredawn.
by Padhric on 2018-04-03 02:18:11