So many moons and suns has passed ever since I went to Echad Rond with my final training. My instructor and mentor Culir has been a true inspiration for me the last weeks. He has taught me so much that I never thought I could be able to learn at all. I learned to range areas in a constructive way both spiritual and physical. I have learned everything that is to know about maps, how to find directions, maps for several purposes. I also learned look up for traps and other traces from goblins and other foe's. I have been taken to different camps, and make sure they are in good conditions when I leave them. So I have used nights to repair items and find ways to settle down quickly when I arrive these camps. I even have learned how to communicate with the hawks if I need to send small messages to my fellow Wardens in the Flower.
Not always has Culir been nearby that he has other tasks to see too. So it has been many days in pure solitude, and my horse Gwend has been my only company for weeks. It has been many nights for thoughts as well. Even if I have learned to direct my thoughts on practical tasks. There has always been room for longing and a strong wish to go home. I have often wondered how my friends Alfiriel, Faelach and Istuir are doing. Not only once I have tried to imagine where they might be. Maybe they have been trained the same way like me? Located someplace else close-by in the night, perhaps they share the same thoughts as me?
I often think of Istuir, the Warden that once made me realize who I was and where I truly belong. He is not a person of many words, but still he made a deep impression and my thoughts often wanders into his direction... I am glad he once showed me the way because it is a scout I want to be, a protector of the Flower. So even if the days are long-some, I slowly realize how important my help will be.
I know my training here soon heads towards an end, and then I will be assigned to the Wardens under Aearandir's leadership for future tasks from Thamas Lorn.
