It is the twelfth of September 3018, eight in the morning. A lot has happened since the end of August; It is no more than twelve days, I have progressed quickly and my will was challenged not only by the steady flow of information. In the past two weeks I have fought Morgang three times, twice successfully saving somebody else’s life but once ending with a total failure – He was weak and I could have severed his head, but my patience again proved to be a negative attribute, besides, there was a huge crowd watching us.
Several days back I have spoken with a woman called Hilua, who claims she knows Cae for about two years. When I described to her the situation, she laughed and tried to assure me that Cae planned this all along and that she is certainly not dead. Of course I did not want to believe it, but later on Damondir confirmed this and I went to check on the supposed decoy, which was to be floating in the lake northwest of Bree. The decoy wore the exact purple dress Cae wears, but it was not her. It was somebody else – a poor, innocent woman murdered for the sake of Cae’s and Nalokha’s treacherous plan. Disgrace! I have buried the woman’s body near the broken cart in the village just above the lake. May Eru see her as an example of Morgoth’s appalling will and let her rest in peace. Cae disappointed me. And to think I gave her a gold coin for being ‘brave’! She deserved no more than a slap. And now - according to the way of justice - death. Yet I still have to count in the possibility of her being a similar case to Emdar and Ria. With a slight difference, that these two have not killed a single innocent soul.
Another day I have followed Morgang east to Minas Eriol, where, apart from Jazilin standing helplessly at the entrance to the ritual stones platform, I found Morgang seemingly trying to turn Damondir to his cause. Good timing, I thought. In fact it could not have been better. He sent a small army of pathetic goblins and wild beasts at me, naively hoping it would somehow delay me. Then we fought through power, will and fear. I stabbed him in the chest with Anthel and he pierced my chain mailed side with a Morgul knife. He then retreated, as he always does, and with short breaks due to a terrible headache I obtained together with the poison I have escorted Jazilin back to Bree. Damondir took the opportunity and ran away at the very start of the battle.
After our arrival to Bree I immediately set off to Rivendell, for the headache was unbearable and I felt a shadow trying to take hold of my mind. Malheru empathized with me and knew he had to make utmost haste. Elrond gave me a phial of some liquid I have never tasted before. It tastes as fresh crystal clear water and whenever I take a small sip I am suddenly filled with hope and joy. I should take no more than two sips a day, and upon emptying the phial I should be fully recovered.
There is one more thing I need to mention, although it is with a heavy heart and tears well up in my eyes when I think about it. Before I have arrived to Bree, I took Muiliel to the Grey Havens, hoping she would have a fairer choice. I know she said that she will never leave me. I know she said she would die if I did. And I know she felt discomfort when I wasn’t with her. But this way she will be tempted to board the ship and leave West. I do not want her to suffer from the Witch-King’s treacherous power anymore. Let her leave and forget about the troubles of Arda. The necklace she gave me is again hung over her neck and I hope she will only do what she deems right.
