This morning I went to the Forges to see Lord Vorongwë set out leading a goodly number of people southward for our Lordship, and the Hound amongst them. The Fountain Lord ordered the company to make haste and not to wander from the road, and if anyone went missing he would not give orders to look. Methought his manner of speaking very remarkable, but he was speaking with all the civility he could to the Hound, who talked of massacring Dun-men, and snarled when he said it. Daegond is a strange person, a fellow that may be done with what he will, and he may certainly have been pretending to be part of Lord Vorongwë's small army. Time will tell if he will mind his new master. Tindir and I agreed it would be a long journey.
Our folk set out, the Hound moving swiftly to the front, and Eliriael went with them, to my great dissatisfaction. I did not say anything to her other than I did not like it. But it is a deadly folly that she would bring upon herself, that I went back to my chambers and did fret with doubts that I could not do any work, so went out to the Hall of Fire and dined with Sogadan, who told me I was very out of humour and bad company with my walking up and down beside his chair and not listening to anything he had to tell me. Back to my chambers and business I went, writing letters and other things till late at night, until resolving not to worry and trouble myself about this venture into a smelly ruin of a place.
