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Journal of Captain Iriul of Tinnudir
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The Keep still stands, and the bridge is still tread by folk i can call friends.
It's now that I'm alone, and i've found some peace that I sit and feel more at home with these duties. I have yet to feel like I've earned this Captaincy though, and to firmly lay claim to it, I must have it acknowledged.

After days of travelling, I and Avorwen have finally reached the fairgrounds of Ered Luin. The Elves of Celondim were celebrating the coming of summer, and it is not easy to deny such an invitation. Thus we walked to the pavilion south of Celondim.

A few elves were already there. They were natives, but it did not take long for more familiar faces to join us. Lots of new faces we met, and we lots of long-lasting friendly bonds we established with them.

Dear diary,

King Finwë was slain, the Two Trees were destroyed and the Silmarils were stolen. Darkness can be felt on every side of Aman. I saw a kinslaying with my own eyes. I, my sisters and my mother and father fought against the kinslayers who desired to steal our ships. My father was slain in front of my eyes. Many of the Ñoldor left Valinor, following Lord Fingolfin and Fëanor. Lord Finarfin would start a march as well, though he returned to Valinor. But I and my sisters and mother went on and caught up with Fingolfin.

V.Y 1495

Dear diary,

The light of Laurelin is shining brightly, and Telperion is resting. I, my family and Calaerneth have returned to Alqualondë from the Gardens of Lórien, yet I sense something bad. While we were resting in the Gardens of Lórien, I saw a dream, a vision. I believe Lord Irmo is trying to give us a warning...