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...
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