Enedwaith

Angelnarth wiped the black colored blood off one of his swords. He looked up to the sky. It was dark, barely around noon, but still, dark. A storm was coming.

He spasmodically turned to his left. He heard something. More of them were on his tracks.He dropped the blood stained cloth on the ground, and picked up his swords once again. He waited...he could not see them with his damaged eyesight, but he could hear them. Marching and yelling and clanking their weapons like the orcs do before they attack.

The sun was already up when we were packing our belongings, to venture further south. This day we walked such a long way, I still can not believe it. Yet it was not an easy path. These unknown lands hold many dangers, I believe we will not find any friendly face this far south. The constant threat of danger is making me paranoid, every man or creature we meet I deem as a foe unless he proves otherwise.

The way south is troublesome. The road we have been roughly following (even if we cannot walk it, it served as a guide to us while we rode hidden) lead into a pass through a rocky vale. We have no choice but to either brave the road or find a way around the range. It seems to be sprouting out westwards from the mountains, but if the map is to be trusted, it should not be too wide. I do not wish to risk the road. It is most certainly watched, and a good place for an ambush, too.
But it means a detour, and we are already delayed.

After Andswaru have given to Vaarion what he made for her at Rivendel he laid back a bit. His hand rubs over his leg. While Vaarion was collecting more firewood he tended the combat wound.

“You really hinder me in my journey stupid leg, you will delay everything” Andswaru sighted while looking at his leg.

On that moment he heard a crack and Andswaru looked around.

Speaking with a loud voice he said: “Who go’s ! Who dares to set foot on this hill!”

The land south of the river is not called Eregion any more, but Enedwaith. So far there has been little difference in the looks of the place, though. We keep to the wilderness, avoiding camps and settlements. Though the wilderling people who live here are not likely to have the same grudge with us as the people further south in Dunland have, it pays to be cautious.
So there is not much to tell. I still train the sword, mornings and evenings if I am not too tired. It took a few days for us to recover from the strains of the hunt, and our wounds old and new, so we travel slowly.