Eyes of the North

The morning begun bitterly after the ashen victory we had won a few days past. 

After an all too eventful day I've finally found time to write again.

How do you even start these things?

It has been long since I've been able to take up this book and write and still I'm hesitant of writing

Some time has passed since it happened but I cannot get it out of my head, I've had little sleep and I know they have begun to worry due to my lack of eating but how can I eat when the faces of those men haunt me still?

It has been awhile since I have been able to write but now I feel my strength returning enough to write of what has happened, I think it may be important so that I may learn from my foolish actions.

There are so many emotions I have had to deal with in the past week, emotions I couldn't even dream I would have to struggle through. Anger, disappointment, fear, annoyance, regret and sorrow. Not to mention the pain I've had to endure and still do to some extent.

Today I finally managed to catch Archiebald and trade the vest I had made him for the cutlery we sorely needed. He seemed happy with what I had made and now the keep has some more cutlery to spare and that of fine craft, we will not have to wait for another to finish eating before we can eat. It shall be a great relief.

Friendly encounters are rare for a man of the wilds. 

Thorontir knew this well. For many years he would wander far to the east of Eriador as far as the Misty Mountains, vigilant of the movements of the Enemy in dark and forgotten places. Winters too cold and cruel he would find refuge among the elves of Rivendell, residing in comfort and kind company. But even during these days he would long for the hills and mountains, content in the steadfast bond of his steed and the distant companionship he found in the great eagles.