Chronicled in Ost Guruth of the Nain Enidh in the Lone-lands of Eriador,
On this the 8th day of Echuir in the Year 3018 of the Third Age.
Amarth faeg!
For when I returned to the ruined fortress of Ost Guruth after some days abroad in the nearby swamps, seeking therein ancient lore with Aric the Stone-speaker, I found that Todsi Silverbeard had secretly removed to Bree though his caravan yet lingered here. Now what I have learned of Dwarves is that they are fast in friendship and loyal to their kin, so what madness drove him to depart thus I know not, but tidings received today by the Khazâd tells that madness is indeed what he reaped; for it seems he was led into folly in the perilous Barrow-downs west of Bree, and there was he struck down by a wight's fell blade!
Nae, mellon nîn! Man agórer angin?
By Aulë's hand are his people made strong to endure, and by the grace of Nienna, Lady of Mercy, Todsi's strength of mind and will has returned him from the brink of madness; but his employer, the Trading and Caravan Association of Erebor, has removed him as leader of our hapless caravan and appointed him 'Dwarven Trade Emissary to the Auburn Company'.
And thus leadership has passed unto his kinsman, Orlin, a dour Hadhod with little love for Eledhrim, and a particular dislike for my friendship with his cousin. And so it seems prudent that I part company with the caravan to Erebor, and continue alone to the Last Homely House East of the Sea.
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