There are more fortresses around Mordor. I saw one up the Northern slopes of the Ash Mountains, and the Gondorians told me of another deep in the Mountains of Shadow at the pass of Cirith Ungol. I want to heed their words of warning, about a great terror still lurking there. But I must at least go and take a look inside if I can. If I sense danger, I will turn swiftly away and turn north towards the dark tower, my final destination.
I have set up camp in the mountains, as high as I could go I climbed, simply to be out of sight of any passing orc patrols. The air is colder here and the rock is strangely shaped, sharp and hollowed out. I do not feel safe here, but I do not bear the strength to go further than I have. My wounds from Naerband are not severe, and I am glad they did not fester, but they have nonetheless rid me of some of my strength.
By the break of dawn I will climb down the slope again and continue my road to the lonely tower. Dare I ask for a little more luck? I feel like I have been royally rewarded on that account already. If I am not careful, my own stubbornness might mean the end of me!
