The pain is unbereable... seems that useless armor did not work in the end, it just weighted me down. I wish I was one of the tower guard.. with their Mithril and Steel halms and all... never get out of the city.
It's been a week since the attack on my camp, I fell in the river and went unconcious... I floated down.. some old Haradrim man pulled me up to shore.. I don't understand what he says but he's lways mumbling to himself.. mixing liquids, some of vile colours and smells... This Haradrim language is quite interesting, I might learn it.... This old man healed me of my wounds, he lives on his own in a desolate area on the southern shore of the Poros river... All the other men are dead... As soon as I return to my full health I will sneak out of this house and find my way to Gondor, or maybe not... They will think i'm dead, so why should I? I'll go north... I hear its nice up there, I've heard stories of a Lonely Mountain near a great lake and the dark forest... Aye, I will go up there and visit, maybe I will see some elves... That would be good.
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