Esquires of Riddermark

“I will be gone for two hours or so, don’t you all worry. It is just a small walk,’’ These words proved enough for an excuse. The walk would take more than two hours. With all luck it wouldn’t take longer than  a day or so. A little lie about getting lost or so might do the trick, or maybe they wouldn’t even bother that much with the  disappearance?

This is a description of the ring called Nîthoneth and how it came in my care. All of this is written with the knowledge that I posses.

Appearance: The band is made out of bronze and is tight around the finger. An onyx is inlayed at the top of the ring. No further decorations or inscriptions can be seen on the ring with the naked eye.

Foreword,

This journal is written with the intend to be found. I don't know if this will be after my passing or when I am still breathing yet these words must be read by someone.

Orcs poured out of Isengard like black pus from an infection of the Earth itself. Tidhelm was standing alone on top of the pinnacle of Orthanc, the black splinter responsible for the infection in the first place. The sun was setting and soon it would be time to march, yet there was one loose end that needed to be accounted for.

Leofmund's Journal: 21st days since arriving in Bree

Meet with Stymie again. I am pleased she is safe, and cared for. Working with horses seems to be what she likes, that’s promising. But there is much anger and sadness that i don’t quite know how to relieve. She has lost a lot, like me. Home , family, maybe even her will to return one day - all burned to ashes in Thornhope. I do not know how to break the news that i must return.