I arrived at Ost Guruth and found Angollon with a scholar, to much surprise of course. We spoke of the news revolving around the barrow and my promotion. I resigned however, as I felt it was better leading the caravan instead of owning, much to Orlin's displeasure. It was not long after we started to travel the road that a Dwarf by the name of Furvin had joined us. He was a hunter, son of Barim, of the Blue Mountains. His father was a tool-smith, however Furvin did not take suit, most likely to Barim's displeasure. We spoke on how Dwarves and Elves would most likely speak about each other, ill or not. It was several hours in the Trollshaws that we encountered a Stone-troll, we quickly hid and let it pass, then continued on our journey. The height and weight and just the ugliness of it in general was simply an absurd sight, though not an unexpected one. It was after the Ford of Bruinen that we found a quiet, burning, campfire and tent, there it was decided that we were to rest. I assigned night-guards in shifts and patrols around our goods. Furvin told us a story of how he procured a modestly valuable Warg pelt, some treasure and all near Fornost. He remarked that he finds more coin in scavenging then hunting, since Warg dens(according to him..) have old war gear lying about.
If my mind allows me to recall this story correctly, it went like this. He was hunting near Fornost when he realized he was being stalked by a Warg, he continued to scavenge and hunt, but then the Warg pounced on him, resulting in him throwing some of his daggers to the beast, which gave him quite the wounds. So he laid a trap when he came to the beast's lair, but little did he know that it was indeed the Warg which made the trap, and he was cornered. By Durin's vigil and Mahal's blessing did he find a old sword, from which he plunged into the beast, then took its pelt. It seems that Furvin made some wealthy amount of coin that day. Dawn was rising and the early Spring breeze flew throughout the valley, marking our time to eat and leave. It was not long that we were met by the sentries of Rivendell, luckily they did not let loose their Elven-arrows. We continued traveling throughout the valley of Rivendell, listening to birds and Elven-songs. We met an Elf of important statue by the name of Khalis and he instructed that we should head to Imlad Gelair, across the bridge then turn left, I think. He also mentioned that some of the Warders(Mahal knows what those are) will meet with us there, if I remember correctly, oh how memory fades when sleep is needing attention! but after that we simply had entered the Last Lonely House, and found comfortable beds, for there was indeed many.
