September 25th, 3018 TA

I write nothing of my first day's travel as it was without expception, devoid of incident. As I put quill to paper I sit next to a most welcome fire in one of the great halls of most wonderous capitol, Edoras. I had forgotten just how many magnificent steeds were stationed here, mounts to the Riders of The Riddermark.
Alas, they put my own horse to shame in that he is far less spectacular but is more suited to the task of long-distance travel, a talent for which I am most grateful.

A most peculiar thing, upon arriving in Edoras I noticed a queer coldness to the people here, something I am most unused to. Having been to the city a fair few times in (admittedly) young life, the people have always been welcoming, kind and hospitable. Now it is as if a great weight rests upon their shoulders, as if even life itself were an unbearable burden. Rumours speak of some malady that has befallen the great King Théoden, though this in itself seems odd, if his legendary fortitude is to be believed.

In other circumstances I would take it upon myself to investigate these odd goings-on, but I have a more pressing task ahead. Tonight both steed and I shall rest upon straw and tomorrow we ride for The Gap of Rohan.
It will take us perilously close to Isengard which does not sit well with me at all; well known is the residence of the Great White Wizard, but sorcery makes me uneasy. Whilst I hold no ill to Saruman, I would rather avoid anything to do with him, such is my way I guess.

But now, to sleep.

I am coming, my brother.