The second day of the ''Brotherhunt'', Gwingris.
Youthful enthusiasm and boldness are to blame for this journey. Some might proclaim that it is 'a sence of honour and destiny' yet these two brothers left the Mearc when they were mere children, brought up by their mother in Bree-land, without a father. True. they may have served as guards in those lands, yet I don't see that as equal to the hardships Rohan has endured. They are sculptures of the Eorlingas, made by the hands of a Bree-lander.
They wrote two letters, explaining that they resigned their position within our band and headed to the Gap of Rohan, wishing to cross it or muster there, I have not read them. Irwinn did though, and when he did our duty was clear. Find the two and make sure they are safe, I was with the second party set out to make sure of this. Their letters meant none against our bond, oaths and commitment for each other. Their letters is the way a Bree-lander would solve this.
The first day was without much note save for the evening. We passed all of the Lone-lands on our horses. The weather was good, as were the moods of our small company. I even sung of our journey to the two, they were not as amused as I would have hoped, still I have the feeling that they resent some of my manners. Yet they are young and not known to the knowledge that I hold. When night fell we were standing before a bridge known as ''The last bridge'', a foolish name, as it was surely not the last. Irwfrith came upon a track of sorts and he lead us to a small bank in the river. We walked besides our horses through the water, my boots *and* socks were wet. They both showed their displeasure to this, yet something like that could come to ringworm if we would continue to ride with wet boots. I proclaimed that it was indeed wise to ride on even if that would give us ringworm, yet Irwfrith said that trolls were in that forest at night. I shared in his decision to rest for the night. An orc attacked soon after that thanks to Irwfrith his campfire, yet thanks to me and Melowen we could save Irwfrith from being his own end. We found fish after that, deciding that it would be our ''spoils of war'' for the day. My breakfast would be more a delight than those fish small fish, yet I did not complained with a free meal.
The second day was even less eventful than the first. We rode through the forest and dells. Another song of my part followed. It was met with even less praise, yet they did not came with any form of merit of their own. The view in that forest was a boon to the eye atleast. and after Irwfrith took us too far on the path, we came on the right one to the house of a small fisherman, Garbold or something was his name. He said that we were the third group that passed us. Hope at last, we were on the right path. I was so thrilled that I wanted to reward this meager fisherman with the fish from the Island. Five fish would be the catch that he would have in three days or so and yet, this excuse of a man denied our gift of kindness. He deserved nothing but our stern faces and our curses for his base ways, and I did just that when we rode off. After the passing of another river and some cliffs we came to the Outpost of man and elves in Eregion. It was evening so we decided to rest before heading on. The others then changed into their disguises to look like Dunlendings. Why they did not do this when we started this journey to safe the burden on their horses I know not. Irwfrith and Melowen went to talk to the elves, I did not. I have no business with elves and when I can I wish to avoid those ancient beings.
Now it is time to rest my head and get ready for tomorrows journey.
