276 days untill Durin's Day.
Not A day goes by with out missing you m'dear Brulda.
And so comes to pass the first day of travel. My companion remains shy, something I would have expected from the Rangers. But I have a feeling she might still open up. I decided that going through the shire would have been a dire mistake, so we took the way through Evendim.
Whilst crossing the Lure we walked into the first air of the Blue Mountains, something in me felt home, my pace quickened and my joy of walking grew, I even out walked the fair lady for a short amount of time, something I took great joy in!
Whilst wandering through the last couple of miles towards Gondamon we noticed A small lake, molten snow so early in the Winter. A sign any Dwarf would read with caution. And then we spotted the fortress of Gondamon, my companion was in awe, her reaction overwhelmed me. Although my kin has been working its walls for many years its Elven motives can still be seen. Although i wouldn't like to admit it, it felt good seeing those blue Elven walls again.
When in Gondamon which seemed as alive as ever it only took moments before I received my first head but from my kinmen, Bruin was the first one of my Kinsmen I spoke. Although i did speak about it with my companion, Gondamon has been attacked in the last couple of weeks something that filled my heart with an unhealthy amount of dread. Would the war already reached as far West as this? My mind then went out back to Erebor how would our capital hold if the enemy truly was as organized as in the eighty year war.
I spoke to Mati the leader of Gondamon about the ill tidings that were indeed upon the fortress of Gondamon. Small to medium forces of file creatues and corrupt men would have moved against the fortress but either the cities own defenses took care of it it or A small force from Thorin's Halls. After a conversation about my findings in Bree-Land Mati urged me to report to Dwalin, Lord of Thorin's Halls.
My heart has missed our mighty Hall's, A growing desire to be beneath A mountain again is pounding my heart. My old body springing to life of the thought. Although my message brings sorrow and dread, I cannot help but feel joyful about my return to the Blue Mountains.
Although I took Mati's words to my heart, I needed rest, and so did my companion, I requested a small boar and some chips to be brought to one of the tables within the walls and surprised my dear companion with some good food and her first taste of Dwarven Ale, her praising would sound shortly after her first zip. We exchanged words about my son. My heart burdened with his memory but wanting to be polite I spoke openly. When silence fell I remembered the last conversation I had with my dear son. A stupid and ill discussion over A Human lady. We didn't spoke for almost A week. Had I know then that my words of hatred against his decision it would have changed everything. But my words were mine and could not be taken back. When I found his burning corpse in the mountain together with my father's my grief was beyond of this earth, only to be reinforced about the finding that my beloved Brulda.
I will end today's journal here as I have saddened my self to deeply to continue writing. Tomorrow will hopefully ease my memory, and be able to end on A happy note.
