IV. In the eye of the storm

Today we left Aughaire again and we went to the north. We got enough of information from the Orcs of Morfil and we made haste to save Ancthan. Personally, I had no hope for the elves. That was the surprising part of the day. We made our way to the north-Eastern part of the evil land. It was when we rested at a little camp, I do not remember the name, that we suddenly met another elf. Masked, worn and tired. I was not by the first to recognize Orodrethas, Arstelles brother. Also he was captured together with his sister but managed to escape. He could provide us a bit of information of the whereabouts of Arstelle and Acthan and their state. We immediately packed our bags when Orodrethas recovered from some Lembas bread. Although my kin fought greatly, I am only a minor fighter and am more used to flee for my life and survived the long years and eternity with my mind. I do not wish to talk about the battle, but we fought deep to their very gates. Arstelle let the orcs believe she was too dangerous to be brought deep within the fortress of Carn Dum. This made it easier for us, but the waves of orcs and angmarim were infinite. I swear that the red company was that day wrong not to fear. As sson as we found them, that captives were in terrible state. Arstelle could only think about the stone and Ancthan fell to corruption again. To get Ancthan with us, Meriya was even forced to stab him down, in order to not set him up against us. We fled to a save refuge, but there aren't many in the wastes of Angmar. Bless me Béma that I could get out there alive, for gods and heroes...