The first entry in this new blue covered journal I bought from the market in Bree. New white pages which hopefully will be filled with writings of our successful journey to our homeland. Preparations are currently on my mind. Which path shall we follow?
The Gap of Rohan
The mines of the dwarves
The Redhorn mountain pass near the ruins of the ancient elven kingdom
Irwthryth had passed through the mines of the dwarves in the past under the guidance of the folk of Durin. Another option is a mountain pass called Redhorn. The feeling I get from my fellow kin is that none would prefer to go through the mines unless there is no other way. That leaves us with the mountain pass.
Yet we agreed with Irwthryth to seek whether his old alliance with the folk of Durin still stands. Should the mountain pass go ill for us, we may have need of them again. So my brother, Irwthryth and me rode westward passing the Shire into Ered luin. I never went this far west, and I intend to keep it that way. The halflings looked at us with suspicion and distrust, and seemed relieved we left their borders. Entering the foot of the blue mountains the hospitality did not improve. The dwarves let us in their great halls, which are amazing to behold, but not with pleasure. Here we met a dwarf that was willing to arrange a meeting with his kin, ... forgot the name. And so we were taken to their thanes or leaders. These dwarves seem to carry their wargear even to meetings. After proper introductions, Irwthryth took the word. Me and my brother had to keep an eye at the grumbling dwarves with hands on their war-axes. It seemed to me the meeting did not go well, as the dwarves did not want outsiders in their mines. The old contract that Irwthryth showed seemed to bring some doubt in one of their leader his mind, ....what was his name.. forgot. Our welcome was running thin, so we returned to Bree with haste, barehanded.
