Arthasdir

Once again I sit here and watch the sun go up over Gondamon.Eredian have finally gotten some rest, his head laying heavily in my lap, being sound asleep.It warms my heart to see him relaxed. I took the watch last night, finding it impossible to be able to sleep after what I saw today.I doubt I will ever forget the creatures that came at us after we had come across a place that not only felt eery, but also had something evil looming over it.

Again it has been some days since I wrote in this book, as if I need to collect my thoughts before I put them into writing.I'm sitting in Gondamon, at the top of the stairs, looking down over the entrance.It's at the crack of dawn and the first vendors have just arrived below me, I'm watching them setting up their stalls and placing their goods on the tables.I think I will try and draw the scene when I'm done writing this.

Finally, we are on the move.

Today was rather eventful for this one.

One found this old journal amidst the wares of a travelling merchant, who he came across as he was exploring the vast hall of Thorin. This is a truly remarkable place, this one is still amazed by the sight of these grand halls. If you had asked him ten summers back, if he thought he would ever see such an amazing work of architecture, one would've laughed in your face, and told you to quit drinking.. So much has happened within these last few winters, that one cannot fully comprehend it all. This one hopes we travel as far east as possible, one still wishes to search for his kin.

What one can find at the bottom of a bottle many may assume to know. Inns are strewn across the lands of Middle Earth which offer entertainment, social familiarity, nourishment or news from all over the lands. I too am no stranger to the pleasures they can afford.