I arrived in Mordor today, the land shrouded in darkness and despair. The air is thick with the stench of evil, and every step I take feels like a battle against the very earth itself. Galadriel sent me here to disrupt Sauron's forces, to strike fear into the hearts of his minions.
As I rode through the desolate landscape on my noble steed, I could feel their eyes upon me - the orcs and goblins lurking in every shadow, waiting for any opportunity to attack. But I am not afraid. My sword is sharp, my bow steady, and my heart filled with determination.
I set up camp at dusk near a small stream that trickled through this forsaken land. The sound of water was soothing amidst all this chaos, reminding me of home - where trees sway gently in Elven forests under starlit skies.
In these moments of solitude, I cannot help but reflect on what brought me here. It was not just duty that led me to Mordor; it was a sense of purpose - a calling that burns within my soul like an eternal flame.
The night is dark now as shadows creep closer around my campfire's light. But even in this darkness, there is hope - hope for victory over Sauron's tyranny and peace restored to Middle-earth once more.
Tomorrow will bring new challenges as I continue my quest deep into enemy territory. But no matter how treacherous the path ahead may be, Eltariel will face it head-on with courage unyielding.