After all I have seen and heard I have decided to write a journal hoping that if I fall in battle it may prove useful and that someone may gather information from it.I will start at the turning point in my life,The battle of Edhelion.I was overjoyed when i was told that i could take up arms and fight for my people,that is before i had a taste of battle,before I heard the screams of pain and had witnessed those who i loved and cherished fall in battle,then it overtook me.The first time I actually took up my bow and fought in battle was at the fall of Edhelion.The enemy had made there advance into the city and there numbers were far greater than ours,though we did not let that stop us it only drove us further,it drove us to show the Dourhands that the elves would not go down without a fight.A few of my companions and I were making our advance toward the front gate hoping that we could slow the dwarves and goblins from entering,then we found that it was not only dwarves and goblins we had to worry about,but there pet a snow troll as well.When all hope was lost and the gate came crumbling down lord Elrond of Rivendell came to our aid and had slain the troll single-handedly.With Elrond at our side we made our way to where the cause of all of these troubles were,a tower that held ancient artifacts that the dourhands wanted there hands on.We then found a friend of ours who was being confronted by Scorgrimm,the very dwarf that led the attack on our home.In a last effort our elven friend brought the walls down not only on Scorgrimm but himself as well,but his death was not in vain for with his courage and bravery he had ended the troubles of the dourhand and brought peace to Edhelion,or so we thought.In our effort to stop the dourhands advance and to save our city,in the end it was only destroyed and left in ruins and it is so to this very day,resting there as a landmark frozen in time to remind us what we had fought for and what we are still fighting for.

The Dunadain are slowly diminishing,scattered across the far reaches of Eriador and I,by no chance,have come across one at the inn of the Prancing Pony who goes by the name of Strider.He told me and my companions,Ehudd and Denfare,of the sorry state his fellow ranger Amdir was in.He had been stabbed by a morgul blade while trying to rescue two hobbits who had been captured by the blackwold and was passing into the realm of shadow,becoming as terrible as the nine themselves.We had no choice but to end his misery and put a stop to his rampage.Strider then informed us that the cause of all of these troubles was that the One Ring had passed into the hands of a Hobbit named Frodo Baggins and that the dark lord Souron is seeking out his treasure.In all of our quests and adventures we had eventualy come to the Old Forest and to the house of Tom Bombadil Master of the Forest.He then took us into the Barrow Downs,a place of great evil where the bones and corpses are now the bodies of evil spirits called the Barrow Wights.We then discovered that the Witch-King and Scorgrimm the leader of the Dourhands had been planning there next move in one of the tunnels there,however we were not able to stop them,for they had been gaurded by the king of the wights and his army of dead.Over powerd and out numbered we were forced to retreat and fled back to the Forsaken inn to replenish our streangth.Now our only hope is to cause a distraction long enough to give Frodo time to get to safety,for the fate of Middle-Earth is now in his hands.

When first I heard the tales of an army gathering in Angmar,I was convinced it was only folk tales and myths,that is until I ventured out of my home in Mirkwood.Then I witnessed what was taking place under my very nose.I decided to make for Bree to see if i could gather any news of what was causing this disturbance.I found that not even the roads were safe from the goblins of Mordor.I discovered that the people of Bree were having problems of there own,so I offered them my help.At first it was only odd jobs but before I knew it,i was traveling from city to city delivering equipment,to cleansing ruins,to even infiltrating the enemies camp site and laying waste to them and there leader.In my journey I came across two men who went by Ehudd of Gondor and Denfare of Rohan who were fighting for the same purpose.In our travels we discovered an inn east of Bree in the Lone-Lands who were under attack from goblins,orcs,half-orcs,along with there wargs from Isengard.It was at that moment when we discovered the danger that was present,how desperately we were needed.We are now trying to bring together the free peoples of Middle-Earth to stand against the evil Witch-King and his dark army.