[This entry is written in Sindarin in a small leather-bound book.]
I stepped foot into Mirkwood again today. It is worse than I imagined here, so near to the dark fortress… I did not spend much time in the field when this place was still my home, but I can imagine that Cireth did much of what I am doing now to try and protect it. The Malledhrim valiantly fight back orc forces, and I feel that I need to stay and help, though my heart tells me to wander further into the woods. I aided them as best I could, raiding orc encampments to destroy their weapons of war and to free any captives they had taken. It felt so good to save other elves from the harsh fate that Cireth suffered… I thought of her and Luiniel with every orc that felt my arrows, and they kept me going when the fight looked bleakest. I made it back to Lorien mostly unscathed, only a few minor injuries from dull orc blades to show for the dozens of orcs that were slain. I hope that their ranks will not fill in again by the time I have written this.
