Stranger

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Ah, diary, it has been long since I had the sense to write in you, more than a few miserable words. Do forgive me. I have been at work again, a proper creative work: a ballad to record the deeds of hir Themodir. I felt that, should he be found alive, dead, or not at all, it would be well to have a record of his valour.

A scream.. that of an orc... I felt my head aching as I opened my eyes. I suddenly realised I still lay on my back in the fighting pit. I reached for my sword and slowly sat up. I saw a man and two Uruks in the pit before me. The man leaped forward and plunged his dagger in the neck of an Uruk. I stood up and felt my entire body ache. The man came running towards me chased by the second Uruk. We both dodged the sword attack of the Uruk, and the stranger plunged his dagger in the leg of the Uruk. I finished the job by cutting his throat.

((OOC: A four-part story with the first three parts being a recap of peak emotional events between Daerundros and Minyelaírë. The fourth story will evolve around something dramatic between the two))

Part 1 - A Horseman's Welcome