Life and Death, week 3.

The third week into my first mission.. and it isn't going well... we turned back a few days ago and started making our way to the river Poros... but we have had to slowly turn left because of small skirmished with random groups of Haradrim and several ambushes, we've had one death this week, leaving nineteen of us left, our company seems to be diminishing by the day. The mosquitoes here are dreadful... I've felt more pain because of them than the Haradrim.... We will hopefulyl cross the river tomorrow and make our way back Hastily to Minas Tirith.... We are camping on the banks of a meander of the river Poros, Captain Geldiroc chose it... but I don't have a good feeling... something is wrong, and I don't like it. I feel as if I'm beeing watched and followed, and we have been told that the number of people on guard tonight has been diminished from five to three, something is not right, and I wan't to know what it is but I'm sure we will find out tonight, hopefully not in a painful way... I feel... I feel like there is no hope left in the world... the darkness in my heart keeps growing and it seems a blanked is coming over Middle-Earth, a blanket of evil... I've heard from the messages we get from Gondor now and then that we are to return as soon as possible... they are having problems up there, with strange things that havent been heard of for nigh on an age, I hope everything is alright. I don't think I will sleep tonight... just to make sure that no one decides to come and slit my throat while I am resting. I wonder....