Fords of Isen

 
We were able to hold the Fords of Isen, though at a high price. Prince Theodred, heir to the throne of Rohan has fallen in battle. We attempted a sortie against the Uruk-Hai force in Isengard, thinking to surprise them and thin their numbers. Alas, it was we who were surprised for Saruman had all along devised a snare for our host. Before we could be completely surrounded Theodred and his band won free and retreated back to the Fords. Unbeknownst to us though a second Uruk force had made it's way in secret behind the Host and met Theoden's riders, they were caught as in a vice. Grimbold and I cut our way through just in time to see the prince fall. We fought to the death to reach his side and would surely had perished alongside him but for the timely charge of Elfhelm from Helm's Deep who spied the advancing Uruks. Theodred was still alive, but barely. His dying wish: to be buried at the Fords along with his men to guard them until Eomer's return. I am resting briefly, a sense of doom has overtaken my heart. I must fight internally so I may defeat the despair that is clutching at me! We are teetering on the edge and must leave mourning for another time.

Betrayal

 
I write with a heavy heart indeed. The Rangers and I had hoped to convince the Falcon Clan in Dunland to refuse Isengard's influence and stand with the Free Peoples against Saruman. I believed things were going well and I informed their leader of Orthanc's growing power in the hearts and minds of the Dunlanding clans. It seems this information tipped the scales in favor of Isengard and we were betrayed. Many of my comrades were killed and imprisoned, I was brought to Isengard itself.

I was brought before Saruman himself, who tried to get as much information from me regarding my Charge. He mentioned the Ring being in the hands of a halfling, and I secretly despaired but stood my ground. I was able to escape with the help of a man of Rohan and a servant of Saruman's who had fallen out of favor with the Wizard. I returned with the help of Prince Theodred, who has crossed the Isen with a small band of men to scout the situation in Dunland. I was able to free my comrades in the Falcon clan's strongholt and assist in their escape, our vengeance was incomplete but I will return to exact it once the larger War is done with. This I swear, I will return as flesh and blood or shade...but I shall return!

Dunland

 
Where to begin? I've been scouting the lands of Enedwaith, just to the north of Dunland and Dunland itself. I've also been speaking to and fighting alongside the various clans who call these rugged lands home. It is a delicate affair since our aim is to pull these people away from the influence of Saruman, who has effectively declared his treason against the Powers who sent him to Middle Earth. Mithrandir is sorely missed by all of the Free Peoples in these perilous times. But enough of that, the "delicate" part of dealing with these clans is that although they have their differences and war amongst each other at times, they are united in their hatred of the Rohirrim, the Horselords who have ever been allies of the West. The Grey Company and I must choose our words and actions very carefully every second we are in contact with the men of Dunland, for one slip can bring everything crashing down into the hands of our enemy in Orthanc.

I leave this missive with a heavy heart and tired limbs (which is a feat for an Elf!). I will try to write more often and keep you abreast of the situation.

Savo 'lass a lalaith