An Event in Evendim

It’s been a quite month since I got back from the War. My instincts weakened and I prefered to stay at my house, cooking and resting; trying not to think about the loss. It’s not the first time I’ve been defeated, but my Warden friends probably think I am dead right now.

So I went off to Evendim. Tinnudir, to be exact. I knew My Lady, the Light of My Life,  would be here. I haven’t seen her for weeks. I missed her gorgeous eyes and her… her light! I didn’t even step outside my door. I felt like my armor will be heavy on me. My arm wouldn’t carry the weight of a sword.
           

I might have feared of defeat. My horse, Dawn, was waiting for me at the stables, ready as ever. But a little bit weary.

            A Guardian without a cause is like a tree without its leaves. With those thoughts in my head, I rode to Tinnudir Keep.

            I thought they might be happy in my wake, but instead, they had more work for me. I suppose they had quite hard time, after heavy losses. It seemed like the word of I, being alive has reached weeks ago. The soldiers who was trapped with me in that caverns were alive. Of course after that collapse, they thought I might be dead but most of them were quite sure I was alive.

            They greet me warmly, but I also learned My Lady was in trouble. Orchalwe, that idiot, sent her to some death missions, but fortunetly, she survived. With fear and anger, I moved to the Men Erain, the little enchampment near the Annumias.

            The scouts there, were using her abilities and I am told that she’s really good at what she does. Trolls, Angmarim, Undead, Robbers… She bring justice upon almost all of them. She was like a legend amongst the Wardens. Never seen much near keep, living in the forest mostly.

            I smiled at their comments. “Yes, I am quite sure…” I told to them “… that’s My Light.”
           

Then I left for Forochnel, which is at the North of Evendim. They needed help, as Orchalwe told me, I had to go there. I obeyed, without My Lady knowing I was there for a short time. How I wished I could see the smile on her gracious face… But orders are orders… And she will be a real Warden if she keeps the good work, in a short time.

But, then again, a word has reached me while I was in Forochnel. That My Lady was badly hurt by a Master of Tomb Robbers. I felt the anger rose within me. That my eyes saw nothing but a hatred filled world. I just HAD to kill that ignorant, son of a whore. And all of the others. No one can touch My Lady in this world! No one! Not even the Dark Lord himself! Not even when I am dead!


            I went off for Evendim again, Men Erain, as I found My Lady. She looked better, like she wasn’t effected at all. But I knew her wounds would be far deep inside her heart. As they are in mine. I had to do something about that.

            I told her to await my coming, but she insisted on helping me. I could not say anything. How was I to resist her words? I told her what I would do wouldn’t be nice or anything close to nice. But she insisted saying that she was worried about my health too.

            So we went to the ruins. That damned bandits were waiting there, enjoying themselves with ale, near a campfire. Even counting the gatherings looted from innocent lives or ruins. I saw a ring, a white gold ring, in their loot. I gave her to My Lady! I knew she wouldn’t throw away that ring! They must have took that as a trophy!

I never hated or never felt an anger like I felt that time. I rose up my shield and my weapon. I just remember a single ‘Please wait, Melethron!’ from My Lady. After that, my sight closed with anger. I found myself upon the corpses of two dozens of bandits, their leader’s head on a pike. As I gathered my conscious, My Lady was standing beside me,  a peril in her eyes for what I have done there. I apologised from her, but I am not even sorry what I did there. They won’t be touching My Lady again. As I gave her ring back, she was happy. Or at least, that was what I felt. Vengeance must be something unknown for her. She must have been horrifed for what I did. Killing them without a thought.

            I was that man. Before I met her. I hope, she won’t be seeing me like that again. I hope darkness will not lay its hands to My Light again.

            I hope, I will have more time to spend.

Angarim Wars - Day 21

The fights began sooner than I thought. I gave all my Lembas to my brothers. I know I can manage with a little bit everyday. Suprisingly we came over a fountain in those caverns. The water was red with, probably our friends’ blood. But we… we had to drink it in order to survive. I felt horrible. But this is war…

I am, as the most ranked soldier here, leading that group here. Darkness faints as we move to west. But cold, also comes up too.

If I can survive… I’ll return to Ost Guruth, as I promised. And tell her…

(As the page ends, there are no more writings here, perhaps he ran out of coal for his paper)

Angarim Wars - Day 14

I don’t know what came over us. Fiery catapults, those flying, winged women in the sky… Angmar… Angmar is really a horrific place to be… First ranks crushed like bugs. I… I survived. With a few of my Warden friends. We’re trapped under a cavern… There supposed to be a way out here. We’re lucky that I had so many Lembas with me. But I fear, if we survive the first week, the next week fights will begin. And there is not a water supply for each of us.

I can manage. I can survive, I know that. If we can just reach the exit…

The war was a disaster. It was our doom. We shouldn’t have attacked the Witch-King in his own place.

Scattered bodies, limbs, half-eaten… That war didn’t give me a thrill, but that strange, new-found feeling. Fear.

I fear for my life… I fear for my brothers. I fear I would forget the sweet sound of her voice…

I had just a few days left. I am trying to write, but I don’t know how much I can keep it up.

I hope she’s alright.

Angarim Wars - Day 11

War is about to began as I write this letters. Those may be my last words. I tried to protect everyone I know, in my whole life. Even went down to accursed place of Great Barrows for my dear friend Ordrig. I fought with giants for Wardens.

I never did anything good for myself. Since Railethie died and my sister went off, Valar knows where, I had nothing to live. Except war. Except fighting.

But now, I have that… urge to… see her. Gaze upon her once more. I just met her twice but… I don’t know… Her eyes just… just like…

I wish I could protect Railethie. I wish I could take my sister and live a different life in my home. I wish she had children, calling me uncle. I wish… that Elven Lady…

I wish… I had more time.

Angarim Wars - Day 9

Our new armor is ready. Each of us have different colors on our new armors to make Wardens known through the battle line. Morale of troops are high.

I will lead the first assault in the front lines. We’re scouting for now. The Enemy’s troops are carrying their artillery. Catapults, trebuchets… We managed to secretly destroy a good number of them, but stil I have that feeling behind my back, like somebody’s watching…

Is that… Is that fear, I feel?

Angarim Wars - Day 4

We have arrived Angmar. The earth is filled with stench of death. The rain is like a curse from the Valar themselves. I cannot even breathe those wretched, thick air. The land of Witch-King is not for a simple man to live. But for me, I have a strange feeling, that I don’t belong here.

Strange, though, last time I was here, I thought that thrill of battle, is somehow my only thing to live. Since my sister, Kayria, left me here, without saying anything, after all those years of searching for me…

With barbarian tribes joining us too, we have a greater chance for victory. I wish the Witch-King is not here.

Or else, we all doomed to defeat.

Drakhor Frostwhisper's Letter

My Lady Merilinith,
It grieves my heart that I had to leave so quickly from your graceful presence. But my acquaintances from Angmar, asked for my help... To be exact, they demanded my help. There will be a field war and I am needed on the first ranks.

I am deeply ashamed, that I could not speak with you or hear the sweet sound of your voice for a moment. It's not my place to ask that, but if you may, can you wait for me at Ost Guruth? I don't know why I am asking that, but since my sister left me, I had no connection with the living except war. I had no connection with even the life itself. 

I feel like, I do now. 

I don't know what to say except that. You must understand that I am in a hurry and cannot express myself with those letters.

War may not end happily... So, until we meet again, farewell, My Lady Merilinith.

-DF

Angarim Wars - Day 1

Day 1

I had to leave Ost Guruth with haste. I just wish to gaze upon my lady one last time. She’s not even an acquaintance of mine, but her eyes, just pulls me towards stars. I do not know how, but I just feel some kind of sympathy, even warmth around her. As she told me, she was one of the trainees, I protected, I knew who she was. But I behaved like I forgot. But I did remember. I remember that unique pipe-weed of hers.

I remember... her eyes matched with Railethie's. 

She should not worry about me, for I am a lost cause. A man to fight, to die, that's what I am. That’s why I must be careful around her. And with my friends taking me, demanding me at the first ranks, I cannot express what I really felt when I first met her. I simply… I wish…

I wish I had more time…