Journal of Captain Iriul of Tinnudir

It has now fallen to me,the captaincy of Tinnudir and Alaghir's company. After knowing the man for a lifetime, his luck was finally spent upon the stormed waves of the Belegaer Sea, along with many of our kinsmen. In fact, I return alone. This journal will act as the only witness to my journey if i should fail, and if indeed i live to write it to it's last page it will be the account of my Captaincy from beginning to end, however soon or late it may come.

The wisdom of the elves! 

I remember now why it is I so treasure this simple book, to keep a journal and speak my most private words, make bare the true extent of my feelings. Today, I feel only frustration and disappointment. I burn with anger at the injustice and negligence I have witnessed. 

And they rested for the night, which was the most peaceful one they head during the journey. The Forngarmo woke up early and walked downstairs, then outside. The day was beautiful. She sat down on the stairs and listened to the sounds of nature. She also was observed by the rangers standing nearby. She knew that she came here with an unusual companions but anyway, they were no threat for those living here. She just stayed there, lost in her thoughts and soon seen the others in the doorway.

So here I am, Tinnudir after all those years. This place means much to me as this is the only place I really call home. It might be weird for a traveller like me to call 'a town' home but I was born here. Many years passed since I last have seen the Nenuial Lake and walked these paths. Yet I have no time to enjoy it all. We will leave this town in the morning and sail towards the ancient city of Annuminas. So many things to do and not enough time for anything. It makes me sad but I know that someday I will return and settle down in these lands.

The rest of the night was calm and passed fastly as nothing was disturbing the travellers in their rest. Forngarmo woke up after some hours and spotted the hobbit and elf still by the fire. She stretched herself and walked out of the tent, lookng towards the other one, where Gondorn was still sleeping. Then the woman moved to the fire and grabbed a piece of meat from it. She then began to eat it. 

(June 6th, 2015)

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This is related to the following event:
North Downs Campaign: Free Peoples of Evendim
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