Loth-i-Lonnath

The air has that hint of chill to it that signifies the ‘fading’ is almost upon us. Though warm and bright have been the days of late, come aduial the stars shine in a cold, crisp sky. Some of the bird flocks are seen no longer over Lindon, having started their journeys south, to warmer climes. The land-bound animals’ fur grows thicker, and those who will spend the coming season in deep slumber are searching diligently for a place of safety to call ‘winter-home’.

Thamas Lorn, 43rd day of Iavas

We returned to the dear embrace of Thamas Lorn this night.

I feel relief, elation...and sorrow also. So much has come to pass this season...many great deeds witnessed...and it seems there is yet much that needs done. The magnitude of peril exceeds our darkest fears, and demands our utmost vigilance and action.

This inkwell is near dry...and I must rest at last.

Never did I believe that I would find myself comforted among the devices of the Enemy. But here we are, licking our wounds around a campfire among the Enemy's perch, and yet we quietly restrain our sense of triumph with grim thoughts of the coming trials. It's a sobering exercise. I sit here and write all that I can recall before my own unease and fatigue will lose them to sluggishness. 

We have journeyed from Falathorn to as far as Imladris.. our goal was to reach the Golden wood.. alas we have spent much time now in Imladris, my Lady has enjoyed the serene atmosphere and has spent many days in the great library and gardens. while there is still the need to make our way to Lorien, for now our time is here.

I have spent several weeks keeping as sharp as I can roaming the Trollshaws and the lonelands, scouting if you will..keeping a sharp eye and aiding where I can.