Galodin

October 24th

Third Age. (Exact year is still unknown)

Encampment south-west of Goblin-Town.

A war in the freezing colds from the mountains of mist had started. Rangers, Elves and a small company of Dwarves laid siege upon the Goblin-encampment.

Here, I give you freedom, my love, my dear.

For I know, you don’t need protection, you know no fear.

I give you time, time to think, time to decide..

But please, my love, choose my side..

Know this, I love you more than I can define..

Will you ever be mine?...

Beyond  the hills there lies a wood.

Of trees of old, I speak with truth.

There I now wander, not on my own.

Through a land, for many yet unknown.

My heart lies with her, she, mistress of the wood.

For she is a pure radiation of peace and youth.

Here I, Galodin Dunedhel, write you about my adventure in Gil-Giliath after my fight with the gaunt-lord.

I felt someone touching me, I managed to open up my eyes as I saw Nimlith kneeling down at me, next to her stood a ranger, Randir. The two carried me to the camp in Gil-Giliath.

 ((OOC note: Here Galodin writes about the fight that almost cost his life, the fight with the Gaunt-lord in Dol Dínen))

Here I, Galodin Dunedhel, write my story about the recent happening, my fight with a Gaunt-lord Wight in Dol Dinen.