Ost Guruth

Diary,

I went out on an expedition, riding East to the Forsaken Inn and then Ost Guruth, looking for this 'Nighthawk' woman as she calls herself. 

Anriett woke up in the morning and sneaked out from Rouge's arms. Gave him a kiss on the cheek and went out to stretch her arms. She saw none around yet, it was still dark outside, the sun was about to rise soon. Since they were about to stay one more day at Ost Guruth, she decided to go and wash her horse, Fidelité and ride out on her.

I arrived at Ost Guruth by nightfall, which means it took me about to days to cross the Lone-Lands. After my incident near the Weather Hills, I decided to travel without stopping towards this place. So far, this doesn't look like such a bad place at all. I mean, the folk is as sad as the one at that inn where I stayed, but at least there are more of them, and it is always nice to see someone. I think I'll rest here for a bit and ask for directions, before heading towards the Last Bridge. 

Long where the days passed where I could call one location home. The smell of Troll still lingers at the back of my mind. Dol Amroth, a distant memory in my mind. My parents’ unmarked graves outside the old family home... I am truly alone in this world.

I should have written down the events of what went on before I found myself waking up in Ost Guruth, because now as I write I can't seem to remember the more significant details of what went on the night before. This won't be another memory of drinking merrily with hobbits, I've learned my lesson not to do that often; but rather, I'm so exhausted and sore from the battles Miss Lexi and I found ourselves in while in Garth Agarwen that it all seems too much like a blurry mess of fighting and retreating.

And no one suspected a thing, I left the crime scene dressed with the clothing of one of the guards. Never looked behind, for what I know that woman will wake up inside my cell. Hrm, I don't know what she was doing there, but gave quite a fight. My leg is bleeding badly and the strap of cloth shall not last.

But what's more important now...

Thayalengir, I'm going for you.

We have left Imladris behind us, riding mostly in silence and in quite a good order, all the way to the mustering point in Ost Guruth.

This place had changed much over the time, but not as much since my last stay here, when I was riding alone to Imladris on bidding of my old friend Alqualinde. I have never met his sister, which is quite odd, given the time we have known each other, but he always spoke of her, so I felt as if I knew her, if but a little.

Almond shaped eyes watched the flames…