Rune Satchel Notes: Into Ancient Lands pt. 2

January 13th TA 3018

A great amount has transpired since my last entry. I first connected with The elves at Echad Dunnan. It was here that I was surprised to see that there were dwarves active in the area. Though i was made aware that there had been some trade routes that had recently been re-established in the north and the west towards the blue mountains, I was interested to learn that they had been looking around the steps of Moria.


Though it has been some hundred years since any attempt was made by the dwarves to regain their home of old, I and a great many other elves encamped there still did not believe that this was a wise decision. But as dwarves are stubborn they would not hear us. They have been scouting the area as well and have, at times, handled some of the orcs for us. For now, their presence has been a benefit to us. But I fear that they will not be much use as soon as their mission in Moria fails, as all endeavors of this kind have before.


For now Echad Dunnan is safe and we were able to focus on the surrounding areas. The ruins in the plains to the south have become spotted with camps of men of the south, allies of Isenguard. Their purpose thus far is uncertain though they have been found to follow an orc captain. We’ve guessed that they are being used as messengers for Saruman.


After interacting with them we found that they were in fact hostile, though this surprised us very little it was a threat that had to be dealt with. And so we did take out the orc leader and remove the camp from the wild. Most of the remaining wild men retreated back to their master with disappointing news.

The orcs continue to flee from us and their last few captains have been destroyed. Thus their number has greatly decreased in the area, and the last few remaining pose little threat and have been seen heading south, we can assume only to head home to Isenguard.

Echad Mirobel

My journey thus far has led me to the school and library at Tham Mirdan. These ancient halls of knowledge are believed to house great secrets of old. And with the ground before them cleared of the enemy, we can begin researching and recovering the knowledge here. I’ll be sending a full report to the Valley asking for scholars young and old to come and help us research and recover these halls, and move the knowledge to Rivendell as we can.

Rune Satchel Notes: Into Ancient Lands

January 8th TA 3018

A great charge has been set on me from Lord Elrond. As he was pleased with my service and part in the rescue of the captives from the Goblin Town tunnels. He has sent me with the charge into the ancient land of Eregion.

Since my time here in The Valley, I’ve looked toward the south with a wonder of the great lore and history to be recovered in the ruins there. In the overgrown remnants of an age gone by, there is lost elven history of the second age, where once there was a great and vast land now there is only a forest grown wild without the care of the elves who once called it home.

Lord Elrond has had the foresight to send me along with others to recover what we may from the ruins there. We hope that the lore and relics found there may restore some of the missing parts of history here and help piece together some of the old crafting techniques. and the culture that our elders cannot remember.


Though I feel that there is much to learn there is an uneasiness about the camps here. Elves still look over their shoulders at night when the shadows grow long. Something has changed this land and everyone can feel it.

Though the road has been dangerous with threats of brigands and beasts, there has been some progress in retrieving some artifacts and texts from the ruins across the land. Though orcs and ruffians have come to ravage the ruins they are easily removed and the ruins have been largely reclaimed for the elves.

Echad Eregion

Pembar revealed a breeding program by Isenguard. Several half-orcs claimed the area for “Sharkey” which we can only imagine is their slang for Saruman. This breeding ground was designed to attack Rivendell as soon as the number of worms grew great enough. However because of the vigilance of some of the elven hunters and scouts the ruins were soon reclaimed for the Elves and the eggs and orcs destroyed.

After searching the ruins there we were able to reclaim what seems to be a piece of lore of the old ring-forging process used in the forges of this land. This was the major finding here, some more, minor artifacts were found but nothing that surpassed the lore found in the rubble. It will take some time, but we will bring that lore back to study in the Library.

Barad Morlas

Barad Morlas was the sight of a wolf and dog breeding program by another group of orcs. By pairing a dog with a trainer, the enemy. This made it more difficult for us to find information further before attacking because of the raised awareness that their wolves and dogs had. So much was the raised awareness that one of our scouts was captured. This gave us a great disadvantage. As the orcs had grown curious as to our involvement in the region, and had not heard anything from Penbar for two days, they immediately sent out pleas for aid and messengers to the remaining camps in the area.

Though we caught and stopped many messengers we can no longer assume that we have the element of surprise. The orcs will be watching the area closer now.

Barad Morlas too was reclaimed after the scramble with the messengers and scouts. We have continued searching and retrieving artifacts from an age long past and we will seek to re-learn the old methods of forging, unlocking the knowledge of our ancestors, and for some of us, our friends.

I have been asked to discern weather or not the lands here would be safe to travel through. Though there is some to see ahead, If we continue the way that we have I would say that come next month the land would be cleared of the enemy presence enough for any errand to be covert to the eyes of Isenguard.


Rune Satchel Notes: Misty Mountain Saga Pt. 2

November 17, TA 3017

After resting and conversing with other scholars in Imladris, I set out to return to the mountain camp of Lord Gloin. This would be our base of operations, a small camp with but a few dwarves who watched the mouth of the caves and would send reports to the valley.

Lord Elrond remained in the valley to oversee our progress. Messengers would be sent to the Last Homely House and reports would return. I had spent the past few weeks collecting notes and reports of the tunnels within the mountains.


We had the opportunity to meet with an old Hobbit scholar by the name of Baggins who had seen much and wandered in the caves of the goblins for some days. He gave me some direction to other of his party who had passed through the caves some years ago. Lord Gloin was one, and Lord Dwalin, of Thorin’s hall was another. I traveled and discussed their experiences so that I may find some way through the holes and tunnels.

Their recollections did supply some important notes. There were 3 main rooms or halls that I was warned of. Their names of Thundergrot, Deep Fires and I was sent to see what remained of Gollum’s cave.

I ventured up to the passes in the mountains, Lord Gloin sent me into asses the strength of the forces in the caves. After searching and finding some orders I returned them to him for translation in The Valley.After the translation was complete the orders revealed a cooperative agreement between the goblins and orcs from Angmar. I also discovered a whole new warg breeding program. These became my objectives to disrupt and destroy.

The rabble had calmed down from the escape of the prisoners. Though it was not dissipated completely, and tensions were high in the tunnels. There were signs of ‘disagreements’ strewn all over the floor. most rooms, or halls were connected by tunnels and in both of these types of locations piles of flesh,both goblin and orc were left to rot. The stench of the rot reached everywhere and made the goblins all the more restless.

As I progressed in towards the heart of goblin town I noted a few major warg trainers and pit of which I destroyed. Hoping to lessen their numbers, and lessen the threat of trained wargs working in cooperation with the Goblins of the mountain.


The orders spoke of a cooperation between the goblins and the orcs of Angmar. This meant ill news for the misty mountains. The orcs had free roam in the tunnels and halls of the mountain but they had a central base of operations that both goblins and orcs shared. Tensions were still high after the fake orc killing I planted caused quite a riot. There became need for a representative of goblin town to watch over the orc encampment to both ensure there was no foul play on either side.

This observer controlled a great force of militarized and some what trained goblins of these tunnels and holds them in order at the same time keeping the forces of Angmar in check. Lord Gloin had ordered his death as well as that of the orc in charge of Angmar’s forces. Their removal would cause both armies to be once again, in disorder and given a few days, at war with each other.


In the same hole lived the champion of Angmar and the orcs who he had been deployed with. Their number was substantial and unlike their goblin cooperatives, they were organized and were, to some extent trained more formally. They were dispatched and the champion was challenged. He fell as he made a movement towards destroying his orders.


At the request of Lord Elrond I did not turn back there, but I continued on with the intention of exploring and mapping most of the caverns there as I could. Thankfully the goblins and orcs were distracted with the recent death of their captains and were, once again, fighting among themselves.

I found that beyond their cave trolls and their orc war-steadings they had a great many slaves digging, the weaker and smaller goblins did this simply because they lacked the strength or the cunning to do otherwise.

After a while, time is hard to tell down there, I came upon a passage. It was vacant unlike any I had passed through before. There were no messengers passing through, nor were there any wargs or great beasts that were housed here.


Something noticeable were the walls, they had paintings on them. There were no such walls that I had noticed earlier. It appeared that they depicted events in the timeline of the Goblins there. The passage was cold and silent with nothing but a few drips that made noise. As i followed the cool air down the passage there came a point where there was an eerie total silence. The light here was dim at best and one could barely see their own hand in front of their face. After feeling around for hours i came to an opening at the end of the rock wall. I slowly crept forward and stepped into an underground pool.

Gollum Cave Lotro

There was a cavern that was deep and wide with a singular island in the middle. There were remnants of fish bones and waste on the shore and what looked to be a primitive hut out of a stick and some rough-spun cloth with a great many holes and stains. Whatever lived here was gone but had made this a home for some time.

I wrote these notes down and finished my map notes of the tunnels Then made my way back to the surface. Master Bilbo was quite interested in reading my notes, but also slightly worried when i mentioned that the creature Gollum, as he informed me, had left his home. This I also reported to Lord Elrond who showed some concern but little surprise at this news. I have been able to rest here and refocus on my studies.


Emissary Log: The Northern Trade Pt. 3

November 20th, T.A. 2017

Much has taken place since my last letter. The damage done by Angmar is somewhat lessened of late. Weather it is our involvement in the area or not I cannot say, but there seems to be much less of a presence in the north here. This bodes well for trade and the locals have come to trust us more for our deeds in restoring the roads, though we are still working to trade well. In order to do so we must begin excavations soon in and around Zigilgund. But these rocks are frozen and hard with time. The Dourhands have been scattered after heroic involvement by Lord Thordri of Othrinkar and myself.


The Dourhands stood no chance as the Icecreave Mines shook with the pounding of his great hammer.  We rushed through the caves and didn’t stop until we had found the chambers of records. Lord Thordri The mighty dwarf was unstoppable as he had a score to settle with the dwarves there.We defeated their leader and reclaimed he mines for the dwarves once more. His forces stood no chane and Lord Thordri’s hammer crushed his helm at last.


Though we searched for more information won why they were digging there we could not find anything, though a large portion of the old texts of that hall were missing, destroyed by the Dourhands or from the passing of years we did not know.

This will take some time to clean and prepare for regular excavations. We reconnected the distant hunting camps with the main trade routes taking into account the dangers of the road, and capitalizing on their absence. Things are beginning to look up in the north. A time of rest is near, though not here yet. Still we are keeping guard on the road and major dangers have been dealt with, we look now to the challenge of reviving the other mines and ruins of old. There are pieces of dwarven history up here, that poke out of the drifts and glaciers. What secrets they hold, I cannot say, but It would be a loss for us not to study them.


I call for young dwarves and scholars, there is a future to dwarven involvement in this frozen land. It would be a great advantage to grow a greater relationship with these people here. If the trade from the north wishes to survive this is a necessity. We cannot give up the head-start that we have now, a great friendship is growing and there will be rough patches as with any business venture But I urge the dwarves to take losses in trade for the benefit of our friends. Trade profits for friendship and the profits will follow!

Rune Satchel Notes: Misty Mountain Saga Pt. 1

October 23, T.A. 3017

Runethiar, scholar and Runekeeper, in service of Lord Elrond of Rivendell. I have spent my time studying, here at Imladris, the ways of the eldar and their mastery of words and runes. After ears of study, Lord Elrond has seen it necessary for me to take part in an expedition into the Misty Mountains to the no ther in search of a missing scout. Something that normally a scholar such as myself would never get involved with normally. But Lord Elrond believes that there is a greater power that is rising in the north, something that may, he thinks, even come to threaten The Valley.

I was sent to one of the dwarven camps in the foothills of the Misty Mountains where lord Gloin was waiting with some information regarding the activities of enemies in the mountains. The goblins of the misty mountain, though well-established, have not been the rulers of these passes for the longest time.

These mountains have, of old held dwarves. Durin V had once called this place home, for a time. There was a great dwarven stronghold that kept many treasures that the dwarves had procured and refined from the mountain. The city was lost to a dragon Thorog who envied the riches that lay there as dragons do. Durin V assembled a small legion of dwarves to take their halls back. They fought with the dragon and after heavy losses Thorog and Durin V both fell. Though the halls were won, there was no rejoicing and the dwarves left them abandoned.

There have been more dwarves interested in returning there but there was no one willing to enter those halls for some say that they are cursed. The Axe which Durin V bore, Mírdanant, which was said to posses a blessing of protection for the user. However with the death of Durin V, there was a great amount of distrust between the dwarves and elves after.

Besides these ruins that have remnants spotting the passes of the mountains there are giants that are said to roam the southwest reaches. For a time they had been willing to parlay with the elves when there was need. Agreements on passage through the mountain and other policies that were made with an interest in gold and jewels from the dwarves of Helegrod as well. But our scouts report that there is no longer such a reasonable relationship between the Giants and the free folk.

However our missing scout was near Vindurhal and our party left and travelled the passes of the mountain with relative ease and peace. Vindurhal was what seemed to be an old dwarf tower that had been reclaimed by the snow except for a wall which provided a great cove to hide from the elements. The camp provided a final briefing to the party of healers and a hunter that had led us this far.

Eolthier, who was familiar with the passes of the mountain where he spent time as a scout. He did not say much to us but was rather preoccupied with the deterring of goblins from interrupting our trek. His skill as a tracker and a hunter is unparalleled in the Valley though he is from the Greenwood.

It was late morning when we met the scout at Vindurhal. He informed us that Glorwen, the missing scout, had been investigating the warg activity to the north and was captured. She was then traded to the goblins who live in the stronghold of Goblin Town. There they would torcer her for information, possibly regarding the Valley, possibly because they thought torture was fun. Either way haste was needed.

We were directed to the small camp set up outside of the entrance to their holes. Lord Gloin met us there and wished us luck. For this venture would help in the well-being of his interests in the Mountains as well.

Their ‘town’ was dark, damp, and reeked of refuse. It was not long after we left sight of the entrance that we ran into our first patrol. We dispatched them quickly and without too much noise. After which we quickened our pace through the twisting tunnels towards the prison cells.

There were noticeably large goblins guarding the west side of the caverns with the only exception being the jail itself on the east.

Larger and better trained they posed more of a threat and therefore were chosen for their roles over their counterparts. Even so they did not stand up against and expert hunter and myself.


We happily found Glorwen in tact and well. She said that although unpleasant, the goblins had not harmed her. She did not know why but the goblins often spoke to each other in their dark language but a common word was ‘Orc’. Glorwen would not heed our call for her to leave but insisted that we speak with another prisoner who had not been seen for some time and in fact some thought him dead.


Aeglas was found to be in good health although if only slightly weary from being imprisoned for so long. However he had not been idl either during his time of captivity. He spoke of a rising ire between the orcs and goblins. and had hatched a plan that could turn the tide against the insurgence of orcs from Angmar.


The orcs were present due to Angmar’s attempt to win over the legions of goblins to their campaign against Eriador. Though the orcs had moved in some time ago, there was a great rift between the goblins and orcs about which one owned the tunnels. The goblins of course believing that their home was being rented out to the intruding orcs and the Orcs of course believing that their orders meant their new territory would be the tunnels of goblin town.

Aeglas saw a great advantage here. Divide and Conquer. though he would not speak of all his ideas, he sought to ignite the rising tensions and, with any luck, cause an outburst between the two groups. Thus the threat of cooperation would be removed and this would provide a great chance for an escape.

After fetching a sharp pike and affixing a severed orc head to it, Aeglas had me place it at the entrance to the orcs’ territory. Once that was done we prepared to make an escape. The group prepared to leave with our freed friends in tow and escape while the riot distracted the guards.


Once that was done it was only a matter of time until the in-fighting erupted. Until then it was the goal of our party to find the key. which as we found out from a imprisoned goblin was in the possession of the jail keys and was also out in thee open. After defeating the goblin and retrieving his keys it was only a matter of waiting at the jail.

After a time the clanging from the tunnels above gave us the opportunity that allowed us to sneak past the larger population of goblins and barely needing to stop save for a rest once.


During our escape Aeglas and I broke from the group and found several opportunities where we could re-enforce the rage of the goblins and other where we could distract and enrage the orcs. For the goblins we slew several of their prized wargs. leaving much of the fighting up to them, a problem that they greatly disliked. With a few of the lead goblins slain their ranks were weakened. Our design was the near-annihilation of the goblins by the orcs of Angmar. Seeing as the goblins were now losing ground we made our way out and reconnected with the group.


As everyone was accounted for, we returned to The Valley where we took the freed captives to to the houses of healing for some well-deserved rest.

Emissary Log : The Northern Trade Pt. 2

November 18th, T.A. 2017

After regaining control of the passage from Kauppa-Kohta and to Pynti-Peldot I spent some days looking at the trade that took place between the reunited communities. Largely furs were trades but noticeably the People of Pynti-Peldot traded sabertooth teeth for badger furs from Kauppa-Kohta. These two seemed to be the main exports of both regions, given the fact that both had large groups of these animals that they hunted on a regular basis.

It was here too that I saw the desire for dwarven goods. Spices were traded but there were still some dwarven tailoring that was traded and coveted greatly. Alongside this there was also a fair amount of trinkets and some jewelry made in Thorin’s Hall that was traded, and for a fair amount of furs too. This is an encouraging sign and show their willingness to remain trade partners. The Chief of Pynti-Peldot did thank me for my efforts and said that trade caravans would be welcome as often as they come.


I ventured on to Zigilgund. Looking to finally reach my dwarven brothers in this far-away place. The weather was thankfully clear as I rode past a few minor settlements and hunting camps. across the plains I could see herds of aurochs grazing in the snow. They were sometimes hunted for special feasts and for their furs, but the locals use them mainly for their milk, which is a major part of the local diet.

The land rises here with low flat plains to the south and high hills to the north. The road is relatively quiet but there are some dangers, in the hills the wild-men have made their camps and thought they do not actively attack the road, they do pose a threat to both the traveller and the locals here to as they constantly set traps to catch the aurochs herds which then poses a threat to the trade and lives of the locals as well. Though efforts are being made to protect the herds from the traps and the overhunting by the wild-men, a constant effort is required. Perhaps there can be something done with more personnel that would allow for the removal of this threat.

Further down the road at the top of the hill there is an island that is home to a large sabertooth community. Here is where most of the locals hunt the cats that they end up trading. There is not much threat on the road from these dangers, and I would recommend that the habitat be left alone so the locals may continue their lives.

Further on and Zigilgund can be seen in the far distance. However it is surrounded by a type of mammoth graveyard that is held as sacred by the locals and should, of course remain untouched.

Zigilund Camp

Zigilgund stands like a steady and strong dark crown, jutting out from the hillside to the north of the road. There is protection from the elements and room for camps. The lower premises are home to an active stable, now more commonly used thanks to the opening of trade between the people’s. It’s middle landing provides room for repair facilities and and overlook of the lands far to the south. this vantage point, and the isolation from the north via the cliffs provide this fortress with a huge tactical advantage.


However there are some matters that need dealing with, and some that I have seen fit to deal with immediately to attempt to get this returning effort fully underway.

Firstly there was the issue of the few wildlife incursions that was causing a halt in production. These consisted of the snow-beasts to the east of Zigilgund. They were coming too close at night and we were having cases of them stealing resources, provisions and some tools as well. Their mischief crossed the line when a group of them attacked a scout who was attempting to collect firewood and nearly killed him. It later turned out that there was a den just a few yards away from the entrance to Zigilgund. The threat was dealt with to cease the interruptions and many of the tools were found.

Dwarven Channels

After this there was some trouble at the hot springs to the north. Winter worms had infested the area and it was no  longer safe for the dwarves of Zigilgund to travel there. A few came with me as we pushed the threat out and destroyed the largest of their number and their matron. This victory has increased the moral of the Dwarves here, and since then the winter worms have dissipated greatly and are expected to disappear entirely within a few seasons.

A third problem that came to our attention was from the locals, Though there are not many here at camp there are a few outliers who monitor this camp with the interest of tending the horses here and also keeping watch over the sacred grounds of the mammoths that lies before the walls. Their plea was that something was driving the dying mammoths out of the area.

With the interest of maintaining a strong relationship between us I investigated the source of the problem and found that there was some sort of dark enchantment that was causing the madness of the mammoths. As i searched the graveyard for signs of trouble I came across a Guredain, attempting to entrap a dying mammoth and promptly interrupted him. After this i came to learn that the one teaching the wolf-men to conjure in such a way was an Angmarim. I rushed to confront him and we battled late into the night. He called on powers that raised great winds and terrible creatures of snow. However his command of the elements did not stand up against dwarven steel, and I eventually casted his body to the snow. This should be an end of the Angmarim advances to Zigilund, though i cannot say yet as to what extent they have influenced the Guredain.



Finally The only remaining issue is the Dourhand presence in the Ice Creave mines. This has halted any kind of reconstructive attempts by the dwarves and poses a great threat to the future of Zigilgund. If the treasures and resources are stolen from the mines, There will be no major profit of the dwarven fortress here. They have been digging as I have come across evidence in the snow outside the mines and closer to the bridge.


They are not willing to parlay with any of us as I found out. I called a scout to the bridge and requested to speak with the superior of the camp there, a request which he was not interested in obliging to at all. All I can say is that negotiations were concluded shortly thereafter and I returned to Zigilgund.

The matter of the Ice Creave mines and The danger that they face will have to wait until my further writings, but I hope that with some help they can be resolved soon. I will write again once more progress can be made.

The Hunter’s Trade: Goblin-Town Rescue

October 29th T. A. 3017

Well it seems that my vacation was cut short. I was summoned to return to Imladris to help in assisting a lost scout. There was great concern because she had not been seen for some time and with the constant danger of the mountains and the vastness of the realm I was requested to find a sign of her somewhere in the drifts.

I set out from The Valley with great speed, the clearing of the mountain trails made the ascent swift and easy. As I returned to Vindurhal I was told that Glorwen had gone out three days before to scout the different areas that i had at the beginning of the month. However she failed to return by her deadline and still has not been seen.

The danger from goblins and wargs, though lessened since the last time I had come here, were still present. paw prints in the snow as well as footprints leading to the west side of the mountains were everywhere. It was almost too much to even track Glorwen’s horse. I followed the trail to the northeastern edge of the high pass and searched among the stones where the wargs lived.

After finding her bow and cape frozen in the snow I returned to Vindurhall with not much hope. As we contemplated her fate a dwarf informed us that there was a chance that the wargs were keeping her rather than just killing her immediately. This meant that we would have to parlay with the Wargs to see the fate of Glorwen and how her freedom could be bought.

We ‘met’ with the warg leader, and had to slay several of his allies to draw him out. Eventually the only way we could communicate with him was to challenge his position as pack leader. He put on a good fight but I overcame him in the end and forced him to submit.

He confessed that the pack had delivered Glorwen to the goblins and she was taken into the tunnels under the mountains. we left that place solemnly, we were unsure of weather she was allowed o live for we had received no ransom or message from the goblin stronghold in the tunnels.

There has been on some occasions, where goblins have parleyed with the elves of Rivendell. Though these negotiations seldom last longer than the greeting and rarely end well. But even so there is communication. But this time there had not been. much was yet to be discovered.

It was our only option to enter into the tunnels that they call Goblin town. There would have to be some sort of slave or captive camp in there where prisoners were kept if they were allowed to live. This would be our first target.From there anything we could do to sabotage and confuse the goblins would be extra and assist in the retaking of the misty mountains from the goblins that make their home there.

It was  once the decision was made that Lord Elrond had his scholars and healers for assistance with the extraction of Glorwen. The Scholars were attending to learn more of what could be done about the threat of goblins and how we could diminish their numbers further. I was charged with leading the party through the tunnels safely to the prisoners then out again.


With some guidance from Master Gloin, who had had experience fighting his way through the tunnels some years back, we pressed on through one of the entrances. The entire cave system was dark except for the fired set there by the goblins. My attempt would be as  stealthily as possible. There was a great risk of being captured should we be overrun by legions of goblins who could be alerted and mobilized in a second.

As I progressed through the caves filth and carcasses lay everywhere. There were cries and screams from deeper in the tunnels but none of these sounded like they belonged to Glorwen. They were always shrill scratchy voices. They must have belonged to the goblins but why they were being tortured so was unclear to me. Though goblins are indeed evil creatures that are despicable in their behavior so any attempt at understanding their nature will drive one mad.


Our party entered a tunnel that pulled away to the east. We noticed that down this tunnel there were goblins that carried keys. We were on the right track. As we passed through the guards and sentries we came to an opening that led to the holding cells. Cut out of the mountainside and nearly covered in refuse and waste the bars were fused out of rough iron, and although there were jailers here they did not stand much chance against our party.

Upon entering the jail it took us merely a few minutes to find the right cells. Along with Glorwen we found a long missed scout Aeglas, who had been sent to goblin town and had not returned. They both were in good health as the healers looked them over. I set to unlocking their cells immediately but Aeglas refused, urging me that there was more we could do immediately that would cause great distention in the ranks of the goblins and orcs that lived here.

found Glorwen

I urged him to leave and receive help but he insisted. Therefore I decided to take Glorwn back and a Scholar volunteered to remain with Aeglas to finish the job that he was sent for. After leaving provisions to help the two that remained we made a quick exit and left the town for good.

Glorwen was much relieved when we made it above ground again and was rushed back to Rivendell to see her family who was greatly concerned. I remained at the camp waiting to meet the scholar and Aeglas as they emerged a day later with good news. The goblins and orcs were set against eachother and should dwindle their numbers on their own. After a rest at Vindurhal we left, returning to Rivendell 4 days after we set out.