The fateless Wanderers

Anriett was walking around Thorin's Hall with her dog, Lilien. The dog was running around and tried to catch something there. Anriett climbed up on a rock and sat down on it, was watching her dog and smiling.
Pulled out her diary and something to write with from her bag. Opened it and started to write...

Everyone has left or is leaving, Arthasdir, Colvomir, Pren and Rogue are out to deal with an old

It was late in the afternoon when Fiontann woke up in the room of the Forsaken Inn, he looked around him at the messy room and smiled when he saw Rothrian by his side, the smile lasted only for some brief moments though, his mind focused on the task ahead, In Minas Eriol. With swift moves he got up and and got ready, he washed his face, put on his shoulder and hang the crossbow on his back, as well as the greatsword.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtnW8w3e-7Q      - This is the song accompanying the entry. Judas Priest, Blood Red Skies

Fiontann made it to the meeting point and waited, his eyes and ears keen, scanning the surroundings and listening to every sound in the hills. The spot selected was quiet and near pond, should they need to refresh themselves, the sun would come out soon and the others should hurry if they were to move against the orc encampment. Yet, the time passed  and the others were nowhere to be found and Fion was growing restless, this lead him to ascend the hill and look ahead.

It's been two days now that I am out here, scouting the orcs and memorising their patrols and routes. I hope the others re doing well and that they have found Sparrow after she left, in a frantic state after receiving a mysterious letter, delivered to Rothrian, but stating Sparrow as the recipient. Everyone's reactions must have blown our cover but we cannot stop, we need to find what is happening and stop it. Rothrian is in charge and I trust that there will be no trouble.