It's been a while since my last entry. It's summer now. A day after I had written my last entry, a friend of mine, human, died in her sleep. She was in Rohan, and was perfectly healthy. I do not understand death. Why does it take the youngest, healthiest people? Luckily enough, though, it won't happen to me.

Well, that is all for now. Father needs me outside.

It has been a while...The snow is now on the ground, marking winter. But, the weather will lighten up soon. Spring will be here soon enough. I have returned home, with Telyáve, safely, of course. Except for the wound I recieved on my side, fighting an Uruk. That should heal soon enough.

I do have bad news, though. Two things.

1. The poor elf we were out to save was killed. He was of great importance to Thranduil, apparently, his best guard. We found his body. Then the Uruks came. That's when I received my wound. It was only...a few weeks ago, maybe. We weren't far from Mirkwood when the Uruks struck...we had just left a day or two before. Telyáve took me back to Mirkwood, saw that the gash on my side was tended to, then, when I could walk, we set out for Lothlorien again. Though, father and Maranwé were glad to see us, they had bad news, which leads me to number 2.

2. Wethril and Amáro set out for the Undying Lands. When did they decide this? They weren't even thinking about it before we left to go on this mission...I'll never get to see them again...

Putting bad new aside, I should be going. Telyáve and I are being put on night guard with our father. Maranwé will have to just...go sit with Lady Galadriel for a while or something...And in the morning, we'll have our daily lessons, unless they are cancelled, due to snow...

-still outside of her diary-

"They're still after us, Telyáve...what are we going to do? We've been in hiding for days..."

"I'm not sure, little sister...Amrûn, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine"

-in her diary-

Well, like I said, we've been in hiding for days. The Uruks are still looking for us. Even if we did face them, they are too many and we'd be killed, and with Amrûn injured...

We'll probably be going soon, making a break for it. Mirkwood is close...if we stood over on the hill north of us, we would see it. The Woods to Mirkwood, I mean. But it's more of a mountain...probably a day's journey. Alright, I need to go...I'll update when I can...

It's been a while now. I have news to update you on.

Amrûn came quickly from Rivendell to help up with the Uruks. While we were fighting them off, Amrûn got cut badly on the leg and is in need of medical help. We've been travelling for four days and we're slowly getting closer to Mirkwood. With Thranduil's help, we'll get her healed. Telyáve and I did all we could for her and she can't walk, so she has to ride my horse, Mastmalar. Right now, we're taking a short rest. We're pretty sure that there are Uruk -hai out to get us now, so we'd better hurry along.

Also, we got word from a passing rider that our mortal frien Wethril will be joining us there. That will be happy. I haven't seen him for years. He's apparently travelling to Mirkwood. I'm not quite sure where he started, but he thought it was a good idea, since we were heading there, to stop by and see us.

Wait a minute...there's something out in the distance...

--out of her diary--

"Telyáve, there's something coming. We should go. I'm getting strange vibes from it. Whatever it is, it's not on our side..."

Telyáve nods.

"Come, Amrûn, lets get you back on Mastmalar..." he says, and once she's on, we're quickly on our way.