Brrr... It is cold up here, even with the extra tunic and thick fur cloak. At least this old dwarf haven protects me from the blizzard raging outside. But I don't know if I have enough food to outlast the blizzard...
I have been out scouting in the Misty Mountains, hunting snow-beasts and bears to lessen their threat to travellers. I take a week's worth of food at a time, and return to Imladris to re-supply. I was supposed to start back today, but with the winds kicking up the snow and carrying it about like so many white feathers, I can barely see my hand before my face. What is a blizzard doing so far south in the Misties this late in the season?
When did I last write? I have no idea. Maybe I should have heeded my mother's advice and written down the dates. At least I still have her sword by my side; its blade seemed almost to shine white when last I drew it, that time when a couple dwarves tried to ambush me near the old dwarf fortress, the clumsy oafs. Why do they hate us so?
It sounds like the wind is dying down. Is the storm drawing to a close? Perhaps, if I hurry, I can make it in time for the gathering at the Hall of Fire. I just hope nothing else untoward happens in the meantime.
