We have left Imladris behind us, riding mostly in silence and in quite a good order, all the way to the mustering point in Ost Guruth.
This place had changed much over the time, but not as much since my last stay here, when I was riding alone to Imladris on bidding of my old friend Alqualinde. I have never met his sister, which is quite odd, given the time we have known each other, but he always spoke of her, so I felt as if I knew her, if but a little.
I do wonder how am I going to explain to him that I asked her to take up the sword again, but I believe he will understand my reasons.
It is a matter I will worry about once the battle is over.
Lin Giliath could soon be under siege, beset from all sides by a host of orcs of Angmar... Who would have thought that old shadow which we once suppressed for a time and later fought against alongside Gondorians would return... and in such great numbers too! No doubt Dúnedain are spread thin in their attempts to hold the host contained in Dol Dinen. Which leaves us to make war against hosts north and west of Lin Giliath.
At least, that would be my strategy. Once we clear the northern fields, Nan Wathren will be isolated. If we menage to crush the host gathered there without many lossess(I dearly hope that our lossess will account only in wounded, but not dead. Alas, such hopes are quite foolish in face of battle) manfolk of Trestlebridge will surely be able to render aid to Dúnedain, and by extention, us.
But, since this is a rather large gathering of all those willing to fight, no doubt that war council will take place soon enough.
Though that too is a worry for tomorrow, since we are resting now, waiting for others to arrive.
I must admit, ever since we rode out, that feeling of restlessness that had been tormenting me had faded away. I am most content to be out on the road again and even though I do not look ahead to battle and possibility of losing friends again, I feel oddly at peace.
I even saw a familiar face from my days in Himring in the Hall.
Wherever I look lately, fragments of past surround me, even as I ride to war once again.
