There is much to write and no time. I came to learn secrets and learn them I did.The days are very evil.
All Learned know that the city of Fornost fell to the Witch King of Angmar in T.A. 1974. The armies of Angmar were driven out the following year by the combined might of King Eärnur and the High Elves of Lindon. None in the South remember how this was accomplished and so I came to here and listened to the voices on the winds and searched the signs and I have learned a little.
Treachery it was undid King Arvedui and the North Kingdom. The Dead keep their secrets well and I know not their names but the commander of Ost Nuaran at least betrayed his lord to Angmar, surrendering his fortress to them at the eve of battle.
I know now because I listened to his men ... his dead men ...
...but this is not my worst news.
Yesterday I learned that Angmar's forces...somehow...are back in Fornost. Not only spirits of dread and shades but companies and troops of orcs bearing the device of the Eye. I saw and slew some at the southern gate of the city and entered into the old citadel. The yrch I there saw were of enormous size. I will make no pretense. We fled them. Never in my years have I seen larger, even in the days sailing with Father in the South. The Dúnedain want me to act messenger to their Chieftain in Rivendell to bring him the news. Too far! That would be a journey of a 100 leagues were I an eagle!
So now I must choose. I came here to learn the secrets of Arnor and found the threat of Angmar...but these people need help and whence if not Imladris? There is little time but some remains. I can at least visit the treasure hunters near the city to see the old madman before deciding. Perhaps it will be clearer when I have slept.
