Andarne

The date of this entry; the Year 1970, of the Third Age.

This day, I travel through Khazad-dum, the Dwarrodelf. This realm of the Naughrim is..curious, but I will not tarry long.

The darkness is unnerving, and I long for the light of Talain Brethil once more. Long paths in the dark, deep are these mines.

Yet fear, it always gnaws in my mind. I will leave quickly.

The date of this entry; the Year 1409, of the Third Age.

More of the news of Angmar comes to us. Cardolan, The Red Hill Land, which houses the tombs and corpses of long past rulers; has fallen.

The Witch-king, as he calls himself, has taken it; and corrupted the cairns. We are told that fell beasts, skeletons and corpses, walk the tombs that they were buried ‘neath!

The date of this entry; the Year 1300, of the Third Age.

Troublesome news has arisen. The north-lands, past the Gladden Fields, and the Mountains; called Angmar, has a dictator.

The date of this entry; the Year 492, of the Third Age.

I listen more to the news of the outside world. Gondor, from what I hear, has been beset by ‘Easterlings’.

Cruel, Evil Men. They are brutal, and sack farms and villages; raping and slaying as they go! Gondor, I know, will be strong, and not falter.

And Arnor as it’s ally, surely it will defeat these ragabonds!

The date of this entry; the Year 241, of the Third Age.

More tidings come everyday, and I am glad to hear that the twin-children are growing well. But more news, I hear! A third child is had, whom is named Arwen! From what the messengers speak of; Imladris is awash with celebrations.

The date of this entry; is the Year 140, of the Third Age.

The Lady Celebrían, daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn, sends tidings from her new home; with Master Elrond. Elladan and Elrohir are growing strong, and they apparently resemble their father now in their current age of ten years.

They have so much to live, I feel. And even more so, I feel I will have business with them in the future

The date of this entry; is the Year 121, of the Third Age. I have begun to think of how, if memory should fail me; words might keep my tale alive.

Thus, I have begun to track my progress, events and thoughts; in a logbook. Always, I will keep it with me.
It is precious; and in times when I cannot bear it, it will reside with the Scholars of Caras Galadhon, my friends.