R.W. - Ered Luin

The moment I set foot in my brother's house, I knew he wouldn't approve of Anne. Though he wouldn't say anything. Roxy would probably understand me. They would see that she's good for me. Even though she's older, and she's a... woman. She's good for me.

The breakfast together was not so bad. In the end they decided to give me the smaller house in their land. It appears it was used for storage purposes only for a while. Now that it's not used anymore, they thought it would be best if I used it. This way 'Rei wouldn't have to worry about me disturbing him at night'. I know I can sometimes be annoying, but that's just how our relationship is.

He makes me angry by mocking me, I annoy him in return. This is our way of showing our love at each other. I suppose. Sometimes I truly believe he doesn't care at all... Yet, when I was near death... I remember him crying, sitting next to me, holding my hand. I was touched.

So... I have a home I can share with Anne now. I have books I can read, roads I can travel. We have been practicing with Anne, she taught me so much. My hair is grown even longer. If it keeps going at this pace, I'll have it waist length in no time...

Before hitting the road again, I work a few days in my brother's weapon smith, play with twins, spend some quality time with family.

I have forgotten how heart warming it could be.

I should visit them often. Next time, I shall come bearing good news or some gifts or something...

R.W. - Lone Lands - Anne

After Rei and Roxy took me in and patched me up, it took quite some time for me to recover from all the wounds. But in the end, I recovered with only small scars. I decided to do what I have been wanting to do ever since I got near death; visit Anne.

Anne was a barmaid in LoneLands Forsaken Inn. I had met her while I was still travelling and gambling. She stopped me from spending all my travel money, that's when I knew I caught her eye. She was pretty older than me, yet I knew there was something special about her. We spent a couple nights together and whenever my road took me there, she always greeted me with a smile on her face.

I said my goodbyes and thanks to Rei and Roxy and the twins, and journeyed towards the Forsaken Inn. She was still there. Even though i thought the scarsa were minor, she saw right through them. We talked all night. There was a worrying expression on her face.

"I'm coming with you," she told me yet I objected. "It's not your decision," she said. I objected again.

"My travels are harsh and dangerous..." I shook my head. "I can't keep worrying about you when we're on the road."

I saw a grin on her lips, she silently went to her dresser and took out a one handed sword with carvings on it.  Then she told me about her past; she was a shield maiden yet she became an outcast when she failed a task she was given. Her people were on her trail, and they'd kill her if they found her. She told me it would be great to travel, make it hard for them to find her. Seeing she's pretty capable of protecting herself -and most likely me too- i quieted and hugged her.

After Luke was gone on his way and rest of the crew dead, it was lonely. It was just nice to have company.

"I can't let you do dirty work," she said while caressing my hair.

"I don't intend to," i closed my eyes. "Maybe I'll go to school. Maybe just go around learn on the job. I was told I have a good memory and analyzing skills."

"We should find you books to read," she pulled the blanket on us and covered. "Just about anything, till you find what you really like. And talk to people on the road. Evantually you'll find it. I'll help you out with weapons training. Your attacks are sloppy."

"You were spying on me while I was training?" I raised my head with a surprised face.

"Well, you look like a teenage boy who's trying to sweep leaves with a halberd too heavy for him, can't stop watching."

"And you tell me that now..."

She looked down, her eyes were full of regret. "I should've stopped you."

"I wouldn't listen. I didn't even listen to my brother. Stop worrying, everything will be fine."

She smiled. Then we slept. We could travel for a little bit, search who i really am. Then maybe I could take her home, to meet my brother. It would mean a lot if they liked her too. 

"You should use your hair long and down," she mumbled, before finally falling asleep.

That night, I started cutting my hair.

- R.W.

R.W. - Ered Luin

R.W. - Bree

I'm just sitting down and enjoying myself a really nice dark ale when I suddenly realised I have been on my own for the last 3 years. Time passed quick. I'm no longer the girl, standing in the porch with that slice of bread. I can take care of my own.

I'm Reiwynne Silver. I'm from Erodar, just 16 and yet on the roads, making my way in the life. I was raised by my mother. I never kenw my father, it seems he left us just before I was born. I also have a big brother, but he left us when I was just 6. He usually send us some money, yet I've never seen him ever since. Heard his name a lot though.

At my 13, after the blacksmith that takes care of us taught me some fighting tricks, I decided to get actual training, so I joined the local militia. I learnt the basics, did small jobs, got payed, sometime empties the additional supply crates. Those were hard times so they let anyone who's up for it join. After 3 years, I quit. I was already one of the best in the ranks and they had nothing left to teach me.

I made sure mother is fine and recieving money, then pack my stuff and hit the road. I travelled, I gambled. There were times I slep of the ground with no food. Yet, in the end, Lady Luck smiled at me and I won a ship. It wasn't something so big, yet it was ideal for swift cargo jobs. I assambled a small crew, started taking the jobs. That's when the eyes of the underworld were turned to me.

When you do your job good, everyone wants a piece of you. I left my crew with the ship, took only the poor Luke with me and travelled to Bree, with hopes of finding my brother. Since he was so well known, I figured he'd know who to work with, how to make easy money... Just plain cargo jobs didn't pay well and hardly worth the effort and the costs...

Then, I saw her. Redhead with nice shaped body. She reminded me of someone, so I approached. After a few tries i was stopped by someone unexpected; Reithar. It was a weird family reunion actually and ended up me bolting out of the place. It seems after meeting the redhead, Roxianne, brother left the underworld and started earning money in a more just way. He refused to help me. But I won't give up.

I have come this far. I know I can do more.

- ReiWynne Silver

Roxianne - Lone Lands 2

It's been fucking WEEKS we've been here. Actually two weeks but it's long enough for me. The Captain's been swinging me from a work to another I'm fucking fed up with it. I need some rest. I really do. Can't we just kick back for a day? Damn no we can't. Because there's so much shit to be done.

At least Gaufel started being fun. I sometimes throw a prick on him just to be fun, I've been doing this since the first day but he never answered me, now he does. I guess he's bored of me, well done, I'm sick of you too dumbass. But guess what, he's learning! Now he's looting the goblin corpses a LOT faster than I do. I wasn't gonna mention it actually, but yesterday, an elven lady joined us to help for a task. We were collecting stuff, and after a while, it appeared that Gaufel was getting all of them. I told him he has learnt well. He turned crazy, like "We've been running around together in weeks, there were bunch of stuff you should have learnt but you have taught me STEALING?!" I haven't been laughed for a while as I did that moment. What can I say? Appearantly, he had potential.

At least jumping on some goblins and half-orcs can sometimes be quite fun. When I'm extremely bored, I sneak in the middle of them just to drive Gaufel crazy, hahahahah. He doesn't want me dead, so it seems.

This shit will be done soon.

Roxianne - Lone Lands 1

The services brought me and of course fucking Gaufel along with me to the Lone Lands. When we had to go, he asked me if I had a horse. Of course I didn't have a horse, how the hell I could buy one? We're barely filling ourselves up. I don't have money to hire a carry to there, and I'm sure Gaufel wouldn't care to lend  me one too. So here's the deal. I told him I had one, at home. After we agreed on getting on the road at the next dawn, I followed him around for a while and, let's say borrowed some money from the man. I didn't want to walk all the way to the Forsaken Inn, and nothing in this fucking world can make me do. I bought a bloodbay horse, and she's so damn beautiful. I named her Dazzle. She seemed to like it. But, I'm gonna pay the man his money back. I really will. That wasn't necessary and I feel pretty much sorry for it. I can slip something to his bag. He's not gonna notice it too but, I don't care.

I visited home that night, to tell the kids I had to leave somewhere far away for a while. They must have missed me, they jumped right to my lap when I got in. Damn I missed them too. But they seemed to care more about Dazzle than I. They loved her so much, hugging and jumping around her, Nethuil tried to climb on her at a point but it made the horse uneasy so he fell, it was hilarious.

When I told them I was leaving, I thought I might get expressions of discomfort from them; so I thought about how I would tell them I must be gone. But instead of asking me not to go, they accepted the idea so fast it surprised me. They are getting grown up, I guess. But the most surprising thing is, Celoil told me it might even be great for me to see a new place and meet new people so I would have brand new tales to tell them when I'm back. I surely will have. Leaving them in the morning was surely difficult, but it had to be done. I've left some supplies I brought with me, also a note telling where I could be found so they can send me a word if anything comes up. I'm damn concerned about them, my feet didn't want to go at all but if I won't be done with this thing, more trouble may be waiting for us.

Gaufel seemed like he was aware of the lost money of his, he was concerned and suspicious. Fucking idiot. It wasn't even challenging to get my hands in his bag, sometimes I wonder how the fucking hell he managed to be a Captain. I acted like I didn't notice his concerned expression, he didn't ask me anything about it too so I think we're good. Anyways, this is how we got here, at the Lone Lands. We got some work to do around a place called Forsaken Inn. People here are so damn funny, there is a waitress who kicks the guys' balls with the way she talks, I was about to clap her at some point. I could stay and watch much more, but we had to go and deal with the shithead goblins camped around the area.

Roxianne - Community Service

It seems he really was the one who set me up, that flipping mercenary. No one ever bothered me like he does. People usually try to catch and beat me up but he has a unique way to get on my nerves. He sent some kind of fucking captain of the guards after me. Gaufel. But he didn't expect him to get drunk and pick up on me, I guess.  Now the flirty captain has a mark of my dagger on his face. I think it made him prettier, he might even have much more luck with ladies now but he seemed to get mad. He and the guards grabbed me from my hair so hard he nearly broke my neck. I had to cut my hair to get over his hold, good thing I've just sharpened my blades. Fucking shitheads. I liked my hair. I was growing them since I was a little kid, they were going to be just like mom's. And besides, I am helping, you know? Scars are fucking cool. Just don't tell that bitch that a cute girl like myself did it. Let it be a lynx. It is close enough to me. I'd love to leave more scars if needed.

Anyway, they wanted to lock me up once again, but whatever the hell happened in the court, it changed my punishment. I guess that ranger Strider had an effect somehow, probably because I helped him about getting some hobbits to safety. That's a damn long story I can't write down, I don't even want to think about it again. Imagining that black rider in front of me and the flames around is still giving me chills.

So instead of sitting in a cell sewing some shit, I am running around helping people and lazy little hobbits who can't even get up on their fucking asses to talk to each other, running errands and shit. They called it community service, I call it "Bullshit, you are so damn lazy you can't even do your fucking work yourself and I am doing it because I tried to slice a captain's face and got in a fight with a bunch of guards." but I have no right to say it out loud. But I must admit, some of them really need that assistance. And, more surprisingly, Gaufel is the watcher of my deed. I've heard he volunteered, that idiotic fucker wants more of me I guess. At least some of the folk I help give me some money so I still can send home some silver and food.

This will be done soon enough anyway. At least we are getting into some action.

An Event in Evendim

It’s been a quite month since I got back from the War. My instincts weakened and I prefered to stay at my house, cooking and resting; trying not to think about the loss. It’s not the first time I’ve been defeated, but my Warden friends probably think I am dead right now.

So I went off to Evendim. Tinnudir, to be exact. I knew My Lady, the Light of My Life,  would be here. I haven’t seen her for weeks. I missed her gorgeous eyes and her… her light! I didn’t even step outside my door. I felt like my armor will be heavy on me. My arm wouldn’t carry the weight of a sword.
           

I might have feared of defeat. My horse, Dawn, was waiting for me at the stables, ready as ever. But a little bit weary.

            A Guardian without a cause is like a tree without its leaves. With those thoughts in my head, I rode to Tinnudir Keep.

            I thought they might be happy in my wake, but instead, they had more work for me. I suppose they had quite hard time, after heavy losses. It seemed like the word of I, being alive has reached weeks ago. The soldiers who was trapped with me in that caverns were alive. Of course after that collapse, they thought I might be dead but most of them were quite sure I was alive.

            They greet me warmly, but I also learned My Lady was in trouble. Orchalwe, that idiot, sent her to some death missions, but fortunetly, she survived. With fear and anger, I moved to the Men Erain, the little enchampment near the Annumias.

            The scouts there, were using her abilities and I am told that she’s really good at what she does. Trolls, Angmarim, Undead, Robbers… She bring justice upon almost all of them. She was like a legend amongst the Wardens. Never seen much near keep, living in the forest mostly.

            I smiled at their comments. “Yes, I am quite sure…” I told to them “… that’s My Light.”
           

Then I left for Forochnel, which is at the North of Evendim. They needed help, as Orchalwe told me, I had to go there. I obeyed, without My Lady knowing I was there for a short time. How I wished I could see the smile on her gracious face… But orders are orders… And she will be a real Warden if she keeps the good work, in a short time.

But, then again, a word has reached me while I was in Forochnel. That My Lady was badly hurt by a Master of Tomb Robbers. I felt the anger rose within me. That my eyes saw nothing but a hatred filled world. I just HAD to kill that ignorant, son of a whore. And all of the others. No one can touch My Lady in this world! No one! Not even the Dark Lord himself! Not even when I am dead!


            I went off for Evendim again, Men Erain, as I found My Lady. She looked better, like she wasn’t effected at all. But I knew her wounds would be far deep inside her heart. As they are in mine. I had to do something about that.

            I told her to await my coming, but she insisted on helping me. I could not say anything. How was I to resist her words? I told her what I would do wouldn’t be nice or anything close to nice. But she insisted saying that she was worried about my health too.

            So we went to the ruins. That damned bandits were waiting there, enjoying themselves with ale, near a campfire. Even counting the gatherings looted from innocent lives or ruins. I saw a ring, a white gold ring, in their loot. I gave her to My Lady! I knew she wouldn’t throw away that ring! They must have took that as a trophy!

I never hated or never felt an anger like I felt that time. I rose up my shield and my weapon. I just remember a single ‘Please wait, Melethron!’ from My Lady. After that, my sight closed with anger. I found myself upon the corpses of two dozens of bandits, their leader’s head on a pike. As I gathered my conscious, My Lady was standing beside me,  a peril in her eyes for what I have done there. I apologised from her, but I am not even sorry what I did there. They won’t be touching My Lady again. As I gave her ring back, she was happy. Or at least, that was what I felt. Vengeance must be something unknown for her. She must have been horrifed for what I did. Killing them without a thought.

            I was that man. Before I met her. I hope, she won’t be seeing me like that again. I hope darkness will not lay its hands to My Light again.

            I hope, I will have more time to spend.

Azelia - Hobbiton - 2

"You are an ocean wave my love 

Crashing at the bow 

I am a galley slave my love 

If only I could find out the way 

To sail you... 

Maybe I'll just stow away... "

You know, when listening to Martha, i feel so calm and peaceful. Everyone around her, who hear her sing feels that way. They say she travels all around and from time to time, she drops by Hobbiton, because she just loves the Hobbits as the audience. Although most of her songs are about love and the sea, always so calm and peaceful, there are some times when her fingers dance on the lute; with out tapping feet, the whole inn dances.

Today, after having some drinks, she gave me a backpack. I opened it right away to find a small bottle of sea salt - which is told to protect sailors from going overboard - and a lute. It was rather small, perfect for my hobbit hands, and the wood it was made was fresh.

"It's cherry." She smiled at me. I could see the splinters made tiny wounds on her hands. Had no idea she was a wood worker. It was just so taughtful of her, I jumped and hugged her.

"You always cheer for my songs and tales, maybe it's time you told your own stories?" she calmly asked me. 

"I don't know," i hesitated. "I have never been out of the Shire... I don't even know if i can travel alone... Oh, the horrors!"

"Every day is an adventure, Azelia. And every adventure is a tale to be told. Do not hesitate to go out and sing." She pet my head lightly. "Next time I'm around here, i'll be your audience and you'll be the bard." She waved and left.

For the whole night, i read the book i found in the depths of the pack, tried to get the notes right with my lute and gazed at the sea salt.

Every adventure started with the first step. Maybe it was time, i took mine.

Merilinith - Ost Guruth - Day 13

Six human years and ninety-two days from the day I have left Lothlorien, two seasons and thirteen days from the ambush, four days from the dawn the warden has left for the battle.

I have visited the red lands where the rumored dead wander on. These walking corpses have such dark aura; so evil that my eyes can't turn at their faces. Their white eyes strangle my troubled soul and their stinking breath is filled with disease. When some open their mouth, worms crawl out of their flesh, until the moment my arrows slash through their milky white eyes. What twisted thing ever pulled the dead up on their feet once again, I have seen they can also be killed, over again.

While I was on my way further down in the ruins, looking for the so called master, I have met a man; who was also on the way I was, but much more excited than I could ever be. He stopped me after stabbing his dagger to one of the monsters' throat, asked me what my destination was. I have told what I was looking for, the one called the master; but I didn't expect him to laugh at my face and tell me to back off. When I asked why, he told me  it was because this couldn't be a job for a lady like myself. As he told, I couldn't even wear an armor. For what purpose on the world I should need a heavy armor which will keep me from moving fast? I felt anger sparkle within me, not with hatred, but with pride. I know I am not a perfect fighter, but I do whatever I can to help these people, and this man out of nowhere shouldn't have had the right to judge my skills. But when I have turned my eyes on his fave and seen the playful smile in his face, I finally understood that he was just having fun; or at least that was what I have assumed, so I held my tongue.

On our way to the master, the man continued on making annoying, but humorious comments about my lack of skill; I tried not to be offended, but to answer him with words as playful as his. We even started to count how many we have stabbed to the ground at some point. He was good in his own way, not like the warden, not as powerful as he is, but different and faster in his means. When we finally got to the master, both of us attacked him to stop his evil effect on the land. I supposed he would stop his game as the monster's bones shatter before us; but I was wrong. He grinned, flashing his teeth and told me if I have seen his last fabulous blow. The man was exceptionally proud of the work he did, but I was quite sure that I was the one who threw the final blow.

We kept arguing on our way back to Ost Guruth, but after a while later, I have lost my anger. Joy kept the place of it, and I can't recall when, but I was having quite a good fun sparing with him when we finally reached back at the dwelling. Finally, before hurrying away, he told me his name; Reithar. He also didn't forget to add if I will ever see a "job with a good pay" I'd tell him. It seems he was a bounty hunter. But I won't be unhappy to see him once again, it was a bliss to see a smile and hear a happy laugh on these lands. It was quite a beautiful  change, thinking of the warden, that I am greatly worried for him my heart aches, I needed that fun attitude I believe.

I wonder what condition he is in now...

Merilinith - Ost Guruth - Day 12

Six human years and ninety-one days from the day I have left Lothlorien, two seasons and twelve days from the ambush, three days from the dawn the warden has left for the battle.

I've been here for a long time now, running errands and trying to protect this haven. The locals are getting used to me already, their acts are much more gentle towards my existence, though I am not spending my time in the town. Most of the hours, I am scouting outside, roaming on the hills, trying to learn if any trouble would pass by, or fall upon us. And every night, I visit the town, see if any news came from the fields of Angmar. No word has passed to me so far, I don't even know if the warden have reached there yet.

From a word I have heard from a hunter nearby, I have learnt that there was a cursed land in the color of blood, a dark and wretched red, where the dead get up on their feet and wander, just at the east of the dwelling. I've decided to take my leave there, and see what nightmares live in these ruins. The rumors mention some "master of the dead", but I cannot understand the nature of these tales. What kind of master the dead could have there?

I can't learn until I take my leave there. I will prepare my bow and sharpen my daggers this night, I'm not capable of guessing what lies beyond that red atmosphere.

Roxianne - The Prison - Intro

I can't believe I'm in here. AGAIN. And guess what? I'm sure that mercenary  Reiwhatever-motherfucking-Silver set me up.  I took your precious money, so what? I thought I pretty much earned it after that night, didn't I? Allright, I accept the second time wasn't actually necessary but I couldn't help it, it was sooooooooooooooo much fun to do some mindblowing acting than sneaking into some fat-assed unreasonably rich guy's house to get my stomach filled up. That was some piece of art. So why the hatred?

Whatever. Some weird shit is going on outside, I can hear it. I usually have to trick the guard to talk to me in order to hear some voice around here. Now it sounds like there's a mess outside but I can't figure out what the fuck is going on. If there will be a war in the town, I'm gonna find the bounty hunter and thank him for having me locked up in here... In my way, of course. Just, I hope no harm will come to my brothers. They should have been hiding now. If they will be found by some weirdo, the bounty hunter will have to wait.

Angarim Wars - Day 21

The fights began sooner than I thought. I gave all my Lembas to my brothers. I know I can manage with a little bit everyday. Suprisingly we came over a fountain in those caverns. The water was red with, probably our friends’ blood. But we… we had to drink it in order to survive. I felt horrible. But this is war…

I am, as the most ranked soldier here, leading that group here. Darkness faints as we move to west. But cold, also comes up too.

If I can survive… I’ll return to Ost Guruth, as I promised. And tell her…

(As the page ends, there are no more writings here, perhaps he ran out of coal for his paper)

Angarim Wars - Day 14

I don’t know what came over us. Fiery catapults, those flying, winged women in the sky… Angmar… Angmar is really a horrific place to be… First ranks crushed like bugs. I… I survived. With a few of my Warden friends. We’re trapped under a cavern… There supposed to be a way out here. We’re lucky that I had so many Lembas with me. But I fear, if we survive the first week, the next week fights will begin. And there is not a water supply for each of us.

I can manage. I can survive, I know that. If we can just reach the exit…

The war was a disaster. It was our doom. We shouldn’t have attacked the Witch-King in his own place.

Scattered bodies, limbs, half-eaten… That war didn’t give me a thrill, but that strange, new-found feeling. Fear.

I fear for my life… I fear for my brothers. I fear I would forget the sweet sound of her voice…

I had just a few days left. I am trying to write, but I don’t know how much I can keep it up.

I hope she’s alright.

Angarim Wars - Day 11

War is about to began as I write this letters. Those may be my last words. I tried to protect everyone I know, in my whole life. Even went down to accursed place of Great Barrows for my dear friend Ordrig. I fought with giants for Wardens.

I never did anything good for myself. Since Railethie died and my sister went off, Valar knows where, I had nothing to live. Except war. Except fighting.

But now, I have that… urge to… see her. Gaze upon her once more. I just met her twice but… I don’t know… Her eyes just… just like…

I wish I could protect Railethie. I wish I could take my sister and live a different life in my home. I wish she had children, calling me uncle. I wish… that Elven Lady…

I wish… I had more time.

Angarim Wars - Day 9

Our new armor is ready. Each of us have different colors on our new armors to make Wardens known through the battle line. Morale of troops are high.

I will lead the first assault in the front lines. We’re scouting for now. The Enemy’s troops are carrying their artillery. Catapults, trebuchets… We managed to secretly destroy a good number of them, but stil I have that feeling behind my back, like somebody’s watching…

Is that… Is that fear, I feel?

Angarim Wars - Day 4

We have arrived Angmar. The earth is filled with stench of death. The rain is like a curse from the Valar themselves. I cannot even breathe those wretched, thick air. The land of Witch-King is not for a simple man to live. But for me, I have a strange feeling, that I don’t belong here.

Strange, though, last time I was here, I thought that thrill of battle, is somehow my only thing to live. Since my sister, Kayria, left me here, without saying anything, after all those years of searching for me…

With barbarian tribes joining us too, we have a greater chance for victory. I wish the Witch-King is not here.

Or else, we all doomed to defeat.

Drakhor Frostwhisper's Letter

My Lady Merilinith,
It grieves my heart that I had to leave so quickly from your graceful presence. But my acquaintances from Angmar, asked for my help... To be exact, they demanded my help. There will be a field war and I am needed on the first ranks.

I am deeply ashamed, that I could not speak with you or hear the sweet sound of your voice for a moment. It's not my place to ask that, but if you may, can you wait for me at Ost Guruth? I don't know why I am asking that, but since my sister left me, I had no connection with the living except war. I had no connection with even the life itself. 

I feel like, I do now. 

I don't know what to say except that. You must understand that I am in a hurry and cannot express myself with those letters.

War may not end happily... So, until we meet again, farewell, My Lady Merilinith.

-DF

Angarim Wars - Day 1

Day 1

I had to leave Ost Guruth with haste. I just wish to gaze upon my lady one last time. She’s not even an acquaintance of mine, but her eyes, just pulls me towards stars. I do not know how, but I just feel some kind of sympathy, even warmth around her. As she told me, she was one of the trainees, I protected, I knew who she was. But I behaved like I forgot. But I did remember. I remember that unique pipe-weed of hers.

I remember... her eyes matched with Railethie's. 

She should not worry about me, for I am a lost cause. A man to fight, to die, that's what I am. That’s why I must be careful around her. And with my friends taking me, demanding me at the first ranks, I cannot express what I really felt when I first met her. I simply… I wish…

I wish I had more time…

Azelia - the Shire - 1

I'm so tired of all this!

Azelia, bake the pie. Azelia, deliver the pie. Make sure not the other hobbits lay eyes on the hot pie. Azelia, get the flowers done. Azelia, set the fireworks! Azelia! Azelia!

I don't want to be running around, doing deliveries! I could do it so much quicker with a pony. And I would have plenty of time to explore the riverbed. Frogs all around, catching and throwing and meeting Michel Delving Bard! Oh i just love her stories. She actually told me my ancestors are from Fallowhides, we were friends with elves with beautiful homes in the woods!

I don't want holes! and people think i'm weird when i say it. Everybody loves a picnic but when it comes to going beyond the borders, nada. 

So, when i saw the postmasters looking for people to deliver letters and packages all over the Shire, i said YES! Finally i would travel, even though just a little bitt. Away from the kitchen. Away from the fireworks. All the farmwork and the cattle. I even heard i could get a pony. I love ponies!

Here I come Hobbiton! Me and my satchet, ready to hit the road!

Merilinith - Ost Guruth - Day 9

Six human years and ninety-one days from the day I have left Lothlorien.

The courier was out on his job, so I couldn't hear a word from my homeland even if there is one. After having a relaxing walk around the settlement, I've bought ourselves a breakfast from a passing hobbit caravan; the hobbit seemed to be really happy for  earning some money from the food he's proud of. He told me how he fled when the Nazguls ran into the Shire. Surely,  dark days are upon us.

When I returned to the inn, I hoped to see the sleeping warden. I was planning to make him a suprise as an appreciation. But he was already gone. As I have learnt from the others in the inn, he was waken up by the courier in a hurry, and taken away with him immidiately. My soul trembled with affliction when I have heard the news were from the battlefield. I was about to leave after him with an arisen urge, hoping to catch him on the way but a letter was handed to me by the bard who stopped me at the door.

The letter was from Frostwhisper.

His words were written in a hurry, as I take from his handwriting which was fairly different than usual and the ink spots  scattered on the paper. He wrote about the army's need of him on the battlefied, for the assault to the Witch king. I don't know what foolish mind tricked a whole army to believe they could take down Witch King. I wish I could stop him, I know it is not possible. I can't even imagine myself in front of the wretched creatures. I also can't stand thinking of him there...

He wanted me to wait for him here at Ost Guruth. I don't know if I can while my feet refuse to stand here. But when I think about it, he is right wishing me to stay. What help could I be if I can't even face a bunch of half breed thieves? I might only be a tie on their feet, aside from being any assistance.

Every skill is needed somewhere and mine is not there. It is here I can be useful. The only thing I can is to protect the place I am able to, so not any more trouble will disturb the lands. All the attention is needed on the battlefield.

I've given the food to some kids here. I pray for his well being. I will maintain the peace we achieved together, and be here when he returns.

Merilinith - Ost Guruth - Day 8

Six human years and ninety days from the day I have left Lothlorien.

He has come and blessed the land with his presence. Just a moment after we bowed in front of each other, he asked me where his arms were needed. I've told him to rest for a while, since he has just passed through the days of travel, but he refused. He is a man of duty after all.

It was fast, so fast that made me shocked and be ashamed of my weakness. We just broke through, and the orcs were down under his sword just a moment later I aimed my arrows. Nothing stopped us on our way to their leader, not even for a blink. And there they were, the head of the White Hands, and his trained guards which made me sit and hide in shadows, doing nothing. I was being too cautious it seems.

Sir Frostwhisper jumped right in the middle of the group, didn't even let me to know if he had a plan. When he didn't hesitate a moment to run into them,  I was about to panic. Thankfully, I did not, and rained my arrows upon them. I am not sure if it helped, but it was the best I could do. When last of them were running to me, raising his sword, I saw hatred in his eyes; the hatred for me. Then that fire in his eyes ended by the blade cut through his chest. I jumped back as his corpse fell on me, but still was unable to maintain my balance with the weight of the body my legs. Frostwhisper pulled the corpse, asking me if I was okay, he even apologized for letting him get to me, which was unnecessary.  Told me these were just "petty thieves", which I already knew, it was not news for me. Still it made me feel ashamed of my lack of skill, but it was good to know these bandits woudn't trouble the local people anymore.

As we escaped the camp,  Frostwhisper admitted he was starving already. He wanted to do the job he was asked for at first, I suppose. I wish he has told me before we got to the camp, I wouldn't want to make him work with an empty stomach if he did. We returned to Ost Guruth, and after informing the folk that the bandits were no more, we had our feast. He was starving it seems, which was not a suprise to me, carrying his swords only would exhaust me.

We talked as the time passed by, until the first rays of the sun shone upon us. He did remember our caravan, leading to Ered Luin, but couldn't quite recall me. I'm not suprised by it, he has seen so much in these years, it's very natural he could not. Even I don't know why I could remember him so well and clear. But he remembered the herb I mixed in his smoke, as I did it again. It was a bliss to see he enjoyed it.

He finally fell to his weariness in a moment of silence, when we were listening to the shimmering tune the local bard was playing. He is still sleeping as I am writing these words.  My heart sings to be in peace, finally after seasons of stress I was in, I found myself mumbling the song with the bard. Every  word we shared eased the darkness in my heart. I haven't felt to be in peace like this since... the dwarves.

I have no wish to distrub him in his sleep. I will see the courier to learn if any words came from Lorien, maybe seek for something to eat for breakfast. He might like it, and maybe I can express myself how thankful I am for having his presence by my side.

Merilinith - Ost Guruth - Day 6

Six human years and eighty-eight days from the day I have left Lothlorien.

Frostwhisper has already answered my words asking for help. His words are so kind as they always are, they made me read them over again. He is one of the sons of men, but has a soul of a fair elf. Maybe, this is why I feel so close to him, maybe it is the joy of seeing some familiar face, I am not sure. But I'm eager to see him once again.

Merilinith - Ost Guruth - Day 5

Six human years and eighty-seven days from the day I have left Lothlorien.

Half-breed orc bandits has been troubling the area and the men who live here for a long time, I suppose. Many of them have told me I would have their prayers if I could do something about it. I could not ignore their plea. After an advice from the man who's been considered as their leader, I've managed to sneak through the half-orcs' main camp, to take down the head of the bandits, maybe scare them off or make them go away. I could handle some who were unlucky enough to spot me, but I had no chance aganist the leader and his four well-trained guard. It's extremely shameful to admit, but I had to abscond. They are far beyond my skill. Encountering them alone is nothing but a foolish mistake.

I am thinking of sending a letter to him, to Frostwhisper, who've helped me not only once, but twice in my life. He didn't seem to remember me when he offered his hand to me while I have been followed by a weird man at Bree; but I did remember him so well as it was just yesterday the helped us when the goblins attacked us. He was kind enough to encourage me for asking more of his help if needed. There is no one else I can ask. There is not even one, men, elf, or another, that I know and trust. My acts alone won't be any help to this people.

I can only hope my words will reach to his hands through the Prancing Pony.

Merilinith - Ost Guruth - Day 1

It has been six human years and eigthy-two days that I have left Lothlorien, two seasons from the day our training camp has been ambushed by Dourhand dwarves.

My travels through the lands has taken me from the town of Bree to Ost Guruth. This place, this "Lone-Lands" is making my heart tremble since the very moment I set foot on it's soil. It feels sad, filled with grief and anger; it did not take time for me to learn why. Most of the folk are extremely cautious with the travellers passing by, such as my own self, which makes me think that they have been hurt much. But many of them has asked for my help on the matter troubling their minds as soon as they notice my daggers and my bow. Despite the fact that the place discomforts my soul even more, it was good to see that I was able to be some help for the ones who needed it.

I must not forget to send a letter to Lorien, to my family  for informing them where I am now. I feel their anxious thoughts, a hand-written word from myself might give ease to their hearts.