Gap of Rohan

Where shall I begin to write this eventful day. The morning would be a good place to start. I found Tidhelm and Wulfreda up and ready in the fortified camp of the Rohirrim. It was there when I saw Melowen walking towards me. The young girl has followed us all the way here! I was happy to see her, she has great skill with blades and a strange eagerness to fight. I saw Tidhelm discussing with the captains about some strategy. A strategic hillpoint at the heathfells has been under attack all night by Dunlendings.

As I am sitting here in a camp full of riders and soldiers bearing signs of the Mark, it feels as if I am back in Rohan. But this ground is not part of Rohan, and we are surrounded by enemy forces. I have seen the massive Dunlending army of gathered tribes. It is a force that could overrun this camp with ease. Looking around I see some soldiers  wounded lying on bed rolls. The men look tired and demoralized. The constant attacks of the Dunlendings are wearing them out it seems. I feel sorry for them, and wish to aid them as much as I can.

We made it all the way to the Gap of Rohan. Yet the road was not without danger, but thanks to our skilled fellowship we have pulled through. Last time I wrote we were left off in Dunland under a Rock formation that gave us a little cover. The next morning I felt miserable, cold feet, wet gear, stiff neck. Our companion Leofmund was missing, he left a note warning we should head south quickly while he distracted patrols of dunlendings. After some hesitation we continued our road south.