https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtnW8w3e-7Q - This is the song accompanying the entry. Judas Priest, Blood Red Skies
The night was heading towards its end and the leaves rustled gently from the calm wind that blew all over them. The road was dark and only two or three lamps illuminated the muddy path through the neighborhood, Fiontann opened the door of the house and walked out of it, gently closing the door behind him, not to disturb Rothrian that was sleeping inside. An owl greeted him with with its hoot when he stood under the tree that the bird was sitting, slowly Fion unfolded the papers that he got from the chest in the orc encampment. They got wet and most of their parts were destroyed when they had to swim to get away from the orcs, but he had to find out what was said in those letters.
For ten or fifteen minutes of the hour Fion struggled to read and only managed to see some words, luckily for him, the letters were sent to half orcs, so they were written in Westron, so anyone could probably read them. The owl hooted again and tilted its head to the write, as if it was confused by the manner Fion was holding and shifting the papers in his hands, lifting them to the light, then lowering them again, holding them diagonally and go on. From the distance other animals could be heard singing in the night, Fion lowered the papers and leaned against the lamp post contemplating.
He stood there thinking about the past weeks and what happened, how everyone needed rest, others more than others. He also thought of what he saw in the Lone-Lands, so many orc encampments scattered, only in the North they were beyond counting. He haven't seen the South yet, all the raids were in the North of the land, that occured to him and Fion pondered over that matter, scratching his beard. All this time, even before forming The Fateless Wanderers, he was raiding and scouting the Northern part. Maybe it was time to visit more of those camps? Fion lowered his head more and thought about it, "Why are there so many camps in the North? Are they trying to distract us from something greater?" .
He pushed himself off the post and prepared to get back inside, pressing the papers in his fist, with the aim to throw them in the fire. The chilling, incoming wind made him stop and reach his flask for a moment and Fion reached it with his right hand, one sip was enough to make him forget about the papers and the Enemy. Maybe it was better to rest more, instead of chasing whatever he could chase. His hand lifted again, this time to put the flask in the pocket but something was there, hindering it from taking its place. Fion furrowed his eyes and frown, confused by that, that pocket is always keeping only the flask. Slowly he passed the flask to the other hand and reached for the pocket again, inside it was a piece of paper, hurriedly put in as it seemed. Fion put the flask in and stood under the light to read.
"The Grey is growing restless, that accursed land is barren, only a few come here, if they come at all. We have to do something quick, before they eat us!" he read as the first sentence, apparently the land was the Lone-Lands, but who was the Grey was hsi thought. The rest of the writings he couldn't read, since the water destroyed some parts of that paper as well. So Fion, started shifting that paper, trying to find an angle to allow him to read. After some moments he managed to make something out "Some of them left the fort and went North. There was nothing we could do.", and pondered over that sentence, could it be? He struggled to read more, the only things he could read were some scattered words here and there, East, filth, wargs, food, attack.
"Maybe the time to visit Minas Eriol has come..." Fion thought and folded that paper for further study. Into the house he threw the other papers in the fireplace and started a fire, to warm the house up until the morning. The fire was getting stronger and Fion went outside to get some water to make tea. The sun was coming up in the East, it seemed to him redder than usually and stood there looking at the dawn, thinking. Maybe he has to enter Minas Eriol alone at first... The others need rest, he had his rest and his mind is on the next task... The sky went red for some moments, was it a sign? No, it couldn't be, he doesn't believe in signs. Yet the sky was red for some moments and he saw it...
