What luck. I must've been about halfway through this valley and the blizzard showed no signs of stopping. I was about to lay down and die, when I saw a faint light through the haze. I hurried to it, and came across a few Dwarves hunting. They were wary at first, but seeing my state they took me back to a nearby camp.
Strange place, Elves -and- Dwarves there. Anyway, I managed to convince the Dwarves I had no ill intent of them, and they gave me leave to rest a bit. I asked around, and found that I was in Eregion, the earlier home of the Elves, and that I had came through the Red Horn pass. I couldn't figure out why the Elves and Dwarves were there, and they wouldn't tell me. It seemed impolite to continue questioning them after their courtesies so I did not dwell on it.
I'm leaving tommorow. My pack has been filled, and they've given me a map of Eregion, and bid me to stick to the paths. I'm heading north, past a river and into the Trollshaws, but this is a big country, it'll take me a while to get there. I can't honestly say where I'm going.
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