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.
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