Journal entry page 23
We are on the road again heading south following the river to see where the supplies that were being brought up into south Eregion ate originating from. Hiril Elisbeth had taken stock of the situation as we were resting in Echad Mirobel and made it known that the man Thendrty Morson would be coming with us. I had voiced my concerns but it seems the others are in agreement with the Tur, thus I will keep my own council on the matter. I just hope it is not to our undoing.
We supplied at Echad Dagoras and then turned our stress south west towards the hills and the ancient roadway I still remember in all its former glory before we fled from Echad Mirobel in a former age.
To his credit Thendrty took the initial hard riding well, I had hoped he would make his own mind to return to Imladris and give his wounds a good time to heal. The man is steadfast in his stubbornness to go on no matter what the cost to himself. His loyalty to Hiril Elisbeth never wavers and she still sees in him the qualities which first earned him a place among the Leutha Maethor.
Have I misjudged him I am unsure truth be told, perhaps my judgement is clouded since his return from almost certain death in the mountains of which he still has not spoken of. The others still have faith in him, perhaps I should as well. Something to think upon this evening during the night watch.
