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So I picked up an empty book today to start a diary, I needed somewhere to put my thoughts. This entry will be quite long as there is a lot to write about and I will be shortening most of the stories.
Sir Elmir began to slow his steed, the large brown destrier coming to a halt. “We ought to stop here for the night.” The older man stated as he surveys the area. Not far from the road were some large boulders forming a crescent, lots of shelter should the weather turn.
To be summoned by Lord Denethor, is usually considered the greatest of honour for the Captains of the White Tower... Yet verily these summons were dark and mysterious, full of strange tidings for Boromir, Faramir and I. Alas for the House of Hurin, for verily we are cursed to see the decline of Gondor...
We spoke many long hours upon the meanings of the dreams, before I was dismissed by my Lord, the Steward... such strange tidings were spoken of...
The route, shown in blue, that Sriva traveled on her journey north into Gondor, followed by her escape into Eriador.
As instructed by her contract, Sriva traveled to Umbar and slew the Gondorian captain Haborthad, keeping to the shores of Harad for the longer part of her journey. From there, she made her way north to the Harad Road, following it until the time came for her to turn aside towards Pelargir.