Vaarion

The land south of the river is not called Eregion any more, but Enedwaith. So far there has been little difference in the looks of the place, though. We keep to the wilderness, avoiding camps and settlements. Though the wilderling people who live here are not likely to have the same grudge with us as the people further south in Dunland have, it pays to be cautious.
So there is not much to tell. I still train the sword, mornings and evenings if I am not too tired. It took a few days for us to recover from the strains of the hunt, and our wounds old and new, so we travel slowly.

I am feeling better today. The last days I have not been able to write due to my wound, but it is slowly getting better. I should not be lifting my arm much yet or do heavy work, but I am glad I can write again.
Andswaru is asleep, I am glad for it. He has been working hard, even harder than usual to make up for my disability. I hope I will soon be able to work normally again, for him. I know he did more than his share of watches and more than his share of fighting on our journey so far. He does not deserve to have to take care of me as well, on top of everything.