Melowen

Still in Bree, two days before we set out east. The tavern of Barliman was filled with men of the mark this day, drinking, laughter and boasting about their strength. It attracted the attention of many other people who joined without invitation, the savage tribesman a shady sea captain and some other patrons. Melowen clearly recovered from her wounds as she was already picking a fight with this savage who is about twice her size.

I sit here at this desk at the infirmary of Bree. Behind me Melowen is recovering of yet another arrow wound. This wound was caused during our reckless effort today. Melowen got hold of a strange letter, I quickly read it when she gave it to me, but I can not recall the exact words. I have searched the entire room, but I can not find that bloody letter! It was a piece of a puzzle I fail to solve. The letter said something about a noble being escorted to the north by the enemy. The letter pointed towards a ruin south of Bree.

Waiting, time moves so slow. We are the guests of elves, never thought I ever needed the help of this old race. But, we do. Especially Melowen and my brother. They now lie in a tent while the elves are doing their best to tend to their wounds. That poor girl got hit by five arrows, and my brother by one arrow close to his neck. I thought I lost them, but this elf maiden has healing skills I did not deem possible. We are now on this high rock with old elven ruins, which we also crossed on our journey to the gap. Not far from here Wulfreda fell off the waterfall back then.

Where shall I begin to write this eventful day. The morning would be a good place to start. I found Tidhelm and Wulfreda up and ready in the fortified camp of the Rohirrim. It was there when I saw Melowen walking towards me. The young girl has followed us all the way here! I was happy to see her, she has great skill with blades and a strange eagerness to fight. I saw Tidhelm discussing with the captains about some strategy. A strategic hillpoint at the heathfells has been under attack all night by Dunlendings.

Irwfrith stood next to the meadhall and inspected his horse which seemed to be heavy weighted down by the equipment he had placed on it. He couldn't help to find pity for the horse, for it was carrying on provisions and equipment for three persons.