After I had escaped from the Angmarim, things went more quickly, much less excitement. Eventually I made it to the Lossoth city of Suri-kyla.
I warned their elder of the Angmarim spilling in from the east. To shows his thanks for my help, he gave me supplies and equipment enough to make the journey back home, which by now, I longed to return to.
Over the snow covered tundra I had crossed before, I now headed south again.
Many days had past, but finally I returned to Esteldin, where I quickly brought my report to Halbarad, and compiled this journal from my notes and memories, in the
hope that it may help
another traveler of the area to keep out of danger, and survive in that cold, unforgiving land.
