Battalion

Earth! After a good breath, I decided to leave the waters and these pirates, to launch me without losing time towards Evendim. It was raining. And I still had to leave Ered Luin on my steed, cross the Shire obliquely, then cross the northern border to arrive in Evendim. This part of the trip would probably be more pleasant, with a tavern where human warmth and a good meal would wait for me almost every night.

Finally decided, I wandered a few days on the docks of Dol Amroth in search of a boat that could bring me closer to Eriador. I ended up taking a place on a 300-ton brig-schooner, which is fifty meters in length, laden with meat, cloth, and around fifty crew members of the most abject scum. The sailors do not really frighten me to tell the truth, on the other hand, the Captain seems able to lynch a man for a bad look, he inspires no confidence. But to rally Evendim on time, I have no choice.

Well. I have never been a leader, nor the most courageous, I am rather of lonely style but I had to fight for my comrades and my land. Gondor is my land. It is by being part of small platoons along the western border that many orcs fell under the wire of our swords. We were fighting mainly when we had the advantage, laying ambushes, and it was successful. The other part of the mission was to patrol along the border trails, reporting what was happening. This is where I served for a few good years. I learned to fight, to lose, to survive ...