As I rest in my cell, strange memories seem to flow back to me, here, in Ered Luin.
It has been three days since my capture, after those ruthless Bree-landers decided to ambush me, whilst I was powerless. How cowardly, perhaps they fear the Legion that much that they have decided to attempt to stop any actions that I have put in place on Bree-land. They are too late.
