And so that is how that curious elf found a way to sow doubt in my mind. For the past few days I have been troubled by deep thought without a clear decision as to what to do with these books.
The road is long still. But as I write these words I have already come to the foot of the Redhorn. There is a smell of honey in the air. I have set up camp here for the night. Tomorrow I will take the dangerous mountain pass into Eriador from where I will make my way west as the crow flies. I will not write for quite some time until I have safely reached the other side.
If the mountain bests me, I want you, my reader, to know that I have no regrets. This journey has left me with questions that need answering, but they have also brought answers to questions I did not know I needed posing.
I will leave it at that for now. May Mahal guide me as I scale Barazinbar the Great.
