Of all that has befallen me in my defense of the people of Eriador and the preparation for the restoration of Arnor by my chieftain, nothing has so deeply struck my spirit as the events of the last few days. The events recounted in this entry are contradictory, filled with both dread and joy, apprehension and hope. My duties in Breeland fulfilled, I have finally moved to the bounds of the Lone Lands, as per the wishes of the Commander of the Company of the East Road. There, I have watched as more than brigands have threatened those who travel by that road. Foul Orcs of a breed I have never known now take roost in the hills of the Lone Lands. They are more of a threat than any foul creatures of Sauron I have known as of yet. Taller, more brutish, with thicker armor and greater stamina than the Orcs and Goblins that form the main body of the Enemy’s hosts. Though they do not bear the standard of the Enemy. Not under the emblem of the Great Eye do they march, but under that of a white hand. Such is an emblem I do not recognize, though I can guess that this standard is aligned to the Eye. I have since retreated to Breeland for respite before I must again sojourn. Unbeknownst to my commander, I have enlisted the aid of my kindred, the Dunedain. My fellow, Candaith, aids me in the Lone Lands as I search for the wizard Radagast. I can only hope that my search is not a vain errand.
Upon my return to Breeland, other matters came to my mind and heart. For many days now I have enjoyed the company of Drycwyn, a daughter of Rohan who earns her way as a barmaid at the Prancing Pony. This will be the first time I record the musings of my heart regarding her. My recent return has allowed us to disclose to one another how deeply our feelings run. I grieve for her and her loss, and could never hope to be a true replacement for her late husband. Such is a love I would never desire to replace. Nevertheless, my heart longs for her deeply. We have both said as much to one another, and I have no desire to depart from her. I have often told her that I would gladly remain with her until the end of my days. Perhaps fate will grant that such a desire may be sealed in vows of our own. I trust that my desires will either be granted or denied in due time. For now, it is sufficient in my heart that I be by her side and give her reason to smile and find joy in the world. And there is joy and good in this world, as dark as it may seem of late. Such good is worth fighting for.
