Um, yeah, so, like, um, my, um,
dad says I should, um, like, um, update this journal.
I'm in Númenór.
I, um, got here before
Grampa, and, um, I just sort of walked in the forest a lot. Grampa is here now, and
Gramma and
Uncle Nal, and a whole bunch of disgruntled Middle-Eartheans who are sick of wars and apocalypses and floods and meteors, and
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