Journal #18 - Safe at last

Finally our trials seem to be at an end!
We arrived, this evening just at nightfall as prodigy would have it, at the end of the forest, and on the horizon we saw banners - not the rough, crude banners of a Dunlending tribe but the green flags of the Mark!
I am writing this inside a tent in a camp of the Riders of Rohan, set here on the edge of the Isendale as if they had been waiting for us. We were welcomed and offered food and shelter by the captain.
It feels so good to finally hear the sounds of my own language again, and voices other than Andswaru’s. We did not get to speak much yet - I was so exhausted after the long travel that walking into the camp felt like a dream of itself. The captain was polite and listened as I explained our plight to him. He even praised Andswaru for his dedication. We will speak more with him and the men in the morrow, I hope - for now I was too tired to even perceive much of my surroundings.
Andswaru is tired and relieved as well, I think. I must thank him properly again for his aid in the morrow. For now, sleep calls me!