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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4 Ekim 2012 Perşembe
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.
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.
30 Eylül 2012 Pazar
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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