We prepare to board the four ships to cross the waters... and to begin our attack under the primary command of Duindos, with Avaru having gathered many of the warriors we have.
I tried to persuade Duindos not to attack so soon, with us still finding no cure for him. But alas, the elf is too ignorant and stubborn. He acts like there is little hope, and that this is the only way. He underestimates how much his wounds have limited his abilities to defend against the shadow... that or he knows that almost all of us may die trying. It is not Alestair’s force of wild-men that is our doom though... but Alestair alone — the power he possesses.
This elf may be hopeless, but he may be partly correct about what little time we have left. Duindos is only weakening and the more time the Wolf has to do something, the worse. In this way it is better to strike sooner rather than later. Still, patience for more aid to come outweighs this... our hope lies in all of our strength united. But Duindos does not see this, despite my words. His inner light may be the brightest and truest among what remains of his old team of seven, but I see it as more grey than it is pure white, discounting the elf’s wounds holding him back.
Ah yes, but to them I am almost a stranger — having made my appearance not long ago —trusted enough only to be a footmen among their ranks. Me joining up was random and by chance according to them.
But I have walked these woods much, watching and studying the enemy and free-peoples alike, in many places over time, so that I may aid when I am able. I know enough of this order of Draugmir and its allies - though most will likely not know of me.
In any case, I have little choice but to join the fight and do all that I can to at least weaken Alestair, this Wolf as they call him. For I know the hand of Angmar stretches forth to perhaps finish the job — I have been aware of their chosen servants they’ve brought forth through the watches of the Dunedain for some time. One of them being quite familiar, for I have run into him before.
Nevertheless, sometimes it takes an evil to destroy another evil. I have a fair estimation of the Wolf’s abilities from my confrontation with him, and from what I’ve learned from the others. Considering that estimation, along with whatever Daltor had planned for the team and the item they’re taking south-east, I think our efforts will be just enough in the end. Indeed the old man said the team was meant to travel far east for an artifact in the grey mountains, but such a course is likely to fail — though I think the once-advisor to Draugmir intended more than what was said to be the goal. The item they took from within Draugmir seemed important enough, though I’m not sure what it was. I was not able to speak to Hellebore — his passing was unfortunate and too soon. But alas, my old friend rides this way in haste — he may know a thing or two.
What I think worries me worst though, is that these servants— and this Melsulvon as I know him may end up to be a threat too dangerous all the same if Alestair is to be beaten. I can’t let that happen— we can’t let that happen. Though, I have dealt with Melsulvon before, and I know his ways. I must only survive the Wolf for a time and wait ‘til the time is right to strike.
As for informing the others of this Angmarim factor, that may keep them from attacking entirely, all-together. And that’s not the way to go... if we are to attack, we attack first because I know Melsulvon won’t.
On a completely different note, the dwarf Mortanas has told me to keep an eye on the sellsword Kaiell, who will be in the same archer-group as me. The guard-captain is distrustful of the man due to a past event, though he has not had time to explain the details to me. It is interesting nonetheless, I find the man no different from the other warriors so far.
