July 18, 3018, west of the River Isen

I crossed the river Isen without incident, but last night as I slept, orcs stumbled into my camp. They were as surprised of me as I of them, but my sword is sharp and my reach long, and I slew two of them before the rest ran away. I moved along then, away from the stench of their offal, and did not stop until well after daybreak. I rested then, hidden and fitfully, and left again ere nightfall. I will not be caught asleep again so close to the mountains.

Boromir