-3 years, 7 months and 28 days since my departure from Harad.-
Where to start. I have neglected this journal for too long, allowing my head to be completely wrapped around affairs that range from finding new companions and trying to chase those Angmarim as well as fighting with allies concerning this affair.
[The last dot is thicker than most, indicating the quill rested there for a long while.]
We recruited some new fellows in the Court - an assassin of great quality whom I wouldn't mind paying and a man from Harad. Imagine my joy and surprise about the latter. He brought news about a possible coup against a heavily guarded dwarrow caravan, but I find myself hesitating still. Attacking it now while our numbers are still small would attract too much attention upon us I fear (and I find myself before the situation of trying to think how my former mentors and King would have acted and then I find myself lacking in men and strength).
The Angmarim are relatively silent as of late. Sometimes they are sighted, but don't seem to make much noise lately. However...that was in recent days. The last weeks however, it caused me and my allies to need to include a child in our midst (a hobbit child! A fauntling!) because she was seen along with and Elf and Black Hooded Man I have befriended...or well, allied with. All three of them met with one called Gerthark (I think? Blast those names!) who threatened them. They were lucky it didn't turn into a true fight with arms, for I doubt either the Black Hooded Man and the Fauntling would have survived.
Which brings me to sighing upon the choice of allies the Elf decided to have. For I have not mentioned all of them yet. The White Elf, a female eldar who says to have a relation to the Fauntling, is maybe the less troublesome of his choices. For the rest are questionable, despite each of their respectable gifts and traits. Let us start with the Black Hooded Man.
Black Hooded Man is from around Bree and knows his way well in town. He refuses to show his face and is overly emotional and tends to go for the rude and abrasive way of introducing himself. But he has more bark than bite sadly. He refuses to face the truth, that blood might and most likely will be spilled against those Angmarim. He is naive and painfully innocent. However, he is loyal (to a fault) and offers his home to those in need with little afterthought. He has some skills after my own, being able to blend in the shadows and to walk silently. But truly, I fear for him.
The Fauntling is a child. A capable, mature child for her age (that I assume because I have never met one of my own at that period of their life, but if she was a human child, I doubt she'd be much older than ten years), but a child nonetheless. I fear for her and all motherly instincts I didn't know I have, are screaming at me to hide her away. Something I cannot do.
Another ally is a Masked Woman who is tormented deeply, who rages and demands for blood of these Angmarim and so called Black Numenoreans. She lacks patience and clear thought, seeking more to fight among her allies than to work with them. I...have decided to trust her, but my spirit is still filled with unease about her and worries for her as well. She has made me some confidences and let me embrace her, while no doubt she knew I could have stabbed her with ease. I must admit, I was touched by her faith in me, but...the chill remains in me when I am around her.
I shall not talk about Mister Shrouded in Mystery and the Elf - I trust those deeply and know them to be capable. However, both are incapable of staying in the same room without trying to rip each other's throats as of lately and my anger and ire has been given to both after which I simply decided to forgive them. No need to keep my spirit burdened with anger I do not need. But...I am however the only link Mister Shrouded in Mystery allows himself to have with the Allies. I do not mind, however...However I fear that our alliance, with all of them, is doomed, truth be told.
But. But only time can tell of how things shall go and thus I put my trust in the Valar to guide us true. May Mahal give us the courage we need and Oromë grant us a successful hunt.
