I can’t wait to get out of Moria… I’m sick of this place. I had a terrible travel today.. I’m at a nice dwarf’s camp for now.. But as of right now I’ve lost the will to push forward. I think he could tell I was upset. I haven’t ate since my last rest.. but after what happened.. I don’t have the stomach for it.. I need time to think I suppose. But I guess I’ll write everything that happened while I’m sitting at this camp. The dwarf here said I’m not far from the exit to some Dale place… I wasn’t fully paying attention to what he said.. my mind was in another place.
It wasn’t long after we left camp that we came across something resembling a city. I was happy to see it, hoping that I would have some post from my friend Desta. Although, soon I realised the city place was infested with a bunch of bugs, a few orcs here and there that were scavenging about, and few cave beasts even. Since the town was some what abandoned, I continued forward.
I came across some bridges.. figuring they would have to lead somewhere! A few of the paths led to dead ends.. that Just kind of dropped off.. Quite dangerous.. I brought Butters to a trot, I didn’t want to risk slipping and losing my shoes that way.. I am curious how long it would take something to hit the bottom of Moria.. but not that curious! Haha.
Along the bridge there was another camp of a few dwarves, who were kind of happy to see me. Butters trotted himself on over to one of the Goats there. It seemed like he knew her.so I let them socialize while I talked to the dwarves. I decided to take a short nap since Butters seemed to be enjoying himself here. I couldn’t stay long because I was running out of provisions… so I needed to continue on.
In hindsight… I realise I should have asked for directions at that camp.. But I promised Cirdu that I would figure out leaving Moria on my own.. So it didn’t even cross my mind at the time. Everything went wrong after that point on.. I got lost.. and found myself surrounded in a orc camp. I wouldn’t of made it… if it weren’t for Butters.. My poor Butters.. He reared to block an attack, however it threw me off of him because I wasn’t ready for it. I scrambled to my feet, and started running, I figured Butters would’ve just ran off. I tried to lose them, but they were quick on my heels.
As I rounded the corner of one of the tents, to my surprise Butters came charging past me into the horde of orcs that were chasing me… If I were only braver… I hesitated.. and the orcs that he didn’t manage to incapacitate for the moment switched their attention from me, to him. Butters wasn’t quick enough… As I watched him get hacked down, I screamed… and ran… as fast as I could…I found a small crevice in the wall and slipped in it.. A few of the orcs that were chasing me ran past, after they did I just sat down and sank in the small side pocket of stone. I started sobbing my eyes out.. then I realized I couldn’t stay there.. I look around wondering how long I should wait..
I snuck around as quietly as I could.. holding back my emotions that were pouring out inside of me. I had to get to somewhere safe. I crossed a bridge, there were fewer orcs around… and a few cave beasts were starting to appear.. I started to think I was safe for now. As I was going up a flight of stairs, I turned around to see a big statue… of a Ram… I could only think of the bravery and championship that Butters had given me, and I couldn’t hold back my emotions any longer.. I fell to my knees and cried… to my surprise shortly a hand was on my shoulder… I was so sure right after was going to be an axe to my face from an Orc. but… It was a dwarf asking if I had lost someone…. I nodded.. and he offered for me to stay at his little camp…
