I have burned my old journal. Save for the fewest of entries I have torn out to keep. I shall not forget pouches of honey crisp or singing stones, spider bites and Luiniel. The plight of Gileryn and Galeryn. I still carry the golden Mallorn leaf once gifted to uplift my spirits. It is now used as a bookmark. I have no place to store more than one journal at a time. I do not wish to start a library of them either. So it was burned in the Hall of Fire before I left for Eriador this evening.
I will miss my old journal, so many memories. I will keep the important pages tucked away under the cover of the new one. Badhor is eager to continue making our way through Eregion. I shall finish this entry here.Notice: With the Laurelin server shutting down, our website will soon reflect the Meriadoc name. You can still use the usual URL, or visit us at https://meriadocarchives.org/
