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The Life after The Legion #2



 I have just arose from my sleeping bag. I seem to forget that work begins early in Eregion, it is not like Bree... at all, the people here speak of the threat of the east more often that I should like. What if they were to find out I was once a Legionair? Would I be casted aside, beaten, or even killed?

I don't think Eregion is for me, although I do like it. I wish to travel further east, for all the good reasons. Perhaps I can visit my home city of Edoras, my mother and father live there, still.

I had a dream last night. It was odd... to say the least. I had a dream that Loor was standing over my body, pointing at my backpack. He just stood there... pointing, he did not blink, or move, or change facial expression. It was more of a nightmare, than a dream.

The Elves speak of how dreams can have meanings, I thought it was all a load of rubbish, but this could have an actual meaning? What if my dream meant that... oh no, I just realised I have Loor's things in my backpack.. inculding his first book half and his crown which he was so over obsessed with.

Could I be in danger, for once? Could the Legion be coming after me this time? I must move... I must continue my journey east. Even if I am over-reacting, I still will not take the chance. Luckily I had used a different name whilst I have been here in Eregion.. that is some comfort to me that it'll be harder for me to track down?

Naurlith is not a stupid Elfling, she knows what I carry, she will stop at nothing to retrieve it back for her own head. A head which does not deserve it... I'm doing it again! I keep thinking about the Legion! What is wrong with me... has some spell made me think like this? What did I let myself in for, all those years ago when Loor promised me land and gold beyond my imagination once the war was over.

Sometimes I wonder if I was better off dead.

I shall send these artifacts to Caer... he is the right man to offer them up to Rivendell... I think? Would I be seen as a coward not to deliver them myself? But then again I did make a promise never to return to Bree.. I shall write to Caer, and tell him to expect a delivery... but who shall I send to deliver it?

I know who...