I lie awake haunted by the dreams from my youth. I still see images of dark orcs and flashes of images from the black tower. I can still hear the distant screams of my parents while racing out into the night. All I keep seeing again and again is the fear in the eyes of my siblings as we are huddled outside in the trees and brush. Those dancing light are hovering over me as well. Something has triggered all of this. I must somehow remember what happened that night. I must remember what brought my parents here to this tower. Or, am I just remembering some other tower an these are just the haunts from my childhood.
The journey here has taken its toll on me and our fellowship. At least we can regain our strength and make plans to return to Dragon Fest. We are all still bothered by those who are hunting us now. They will find that this prey they hunt as dangerous as a mother wolf protecting its cubs. We will not let them harm Legelaven or our people.
I was surprised to find our enemy laying in wait for us on the river. Their numbers are growing. We keep getting betrayed by someone and likely by someone at the Old Ford. We cannot let that happen again. We must take greater precautions to avoid this on our journey back to Erebor.
At least i am comforted by my thoughts of Maire. We will triumph over this evil and I will do my best to show the King of my worthiness. Although I am only the great grand nephew of Farin’s wife, I must inspire others to take up our cause as Thorin took up the quest to restore Erebor and slay Smaug. Let’s hope that we can bring together all of the good people and not let this evil tear us apart.