It was not yet dark, perhaps only mid day by its look. I chose to continue through this valley, which seems to be lightly freckled with trees and other foliage. The land is remarkably well preserved, the grass keeps a healthy green coloring, and through the trees I could see speckles of brown, orange and red. I wonder if the presence of the Eldar still influenced the land, as it maintained its beauty, even in disarray.
Some of the fowl drake-kind still crept out and into the land, though they posed little threat, and they were spread out well enough. Boar still seem to graze, though more so near the mountainside, it seemed. Dark wings flew overhead, the hawks of Dunland, no doubt. A shame to see such fell things here, in a place of such splendor.
High mountains surrounded the valley, and in the distance I could make out what seemed to be old towers in the hills, the ruins of an age long past, no doubt. As I continued, I saw a man, or at least what looked to be a man, though his face was distorted. He seemed like those that were moving north. I kept my distance, he seemed to be quick to anger. Despite the serenity, I sense Orc work in these woods, shadows swiftly passing. I see nothing, but I know it is there.
I set up camp near a great boulder, and quickly found dead branches from the remains of the old trees. I now stare into the small fire 
I have made, pondering the day, and what I have seen. With that, I now take my leave, perhaps a good night sleep will clear my mind, and ward away any fell thoughts.
